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Sing my child, the day is done
You're my baby boy, my beautiful son
You'll never know all the things that I've done
The battles I've lost and the war that I won

Alleluia

Hold me up above your head
Towards the sun
Above the Dead
Though I'm young
We'll soon be one

The earth is spinning in its grave
What has given us life will not have us saved
We were a stroke of luck on the brightest of days

Sing my child the day is done
Will you still see the light when the darkness has come?
Most things you learn will hurt you at first
There's no cure, no charm, you're neither blessed nor cursed

Alleluia

Hold me up above your head
Towards the sun
Above the Dead
Though I'm young
We'll soon be one

The earth is spinning in its grave
What has given us life will not have us saved
We were a stroke of luck on the brightest of days

Alleluia

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from The Western Seaboard EP, track released October 17, 2011

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Beyond Olden Acre Ireland

Passed yonder plains and o’er the mountain,
Down the valley and through the forest,
Every sound follows and surrounds us
And at every turn a maker.
Deep in the fields the men of labour,
At every bud the bee and trader,
The tune carried by each passing stranger
Beyond this olden acre.
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