| Oh my Wayland, there’s deer in the forests and rivers are flowing just for you
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| Oh my father, look down through the mountains and valleys, the grain’s in the
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| silo
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| All for you
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| One fine morning, as Dad was walking, just to see what he could see
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| He spied, a little white rabbit. |
| He was frozen as solid as he could be
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| And Dad cried, as he knelt down beside him. |
| He asked God, «How could you be so
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| cruel?»
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| And his heart broke, for the little white rabbit. |
| «But you see that the owl
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| Would never have been so gentle
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| And God is so kind.»
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| I love Wayland 'cause he’s strong. |
| And I love him 'cause he’s weak
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| And the rabbit is running within him
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| Oh my Wayland, the children are waiting and berries are ripe down below the hill
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| Oh, my father, the shadows of nighttime can’t touch you
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| Immortal go quickly, be thankful the water is cool
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| Drink your fill
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| Today as I walked 'long beside him, I said, «Dad why do you look so sad?»
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| He turned as he stood by the doorway, he said, «Things are not like they used
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| to be.»
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| I smiled, as if I could teach him. |
| I said «Dad, it’s mercy in disguise
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| Once you told of a little white rabbit, and you said that the owl would never
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| have been so gentle, and God is so kind.»
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| And I love you 'cause you’re strong. |
| And I love you 'cause you’re weak
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| And the rabbit is running within me |