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Sing out bells,
a new day is dawning,
we'll clap with our feet
and swing with our hands.
Some can't read
their own last name backwards,
but I can read
the wood right off the trees.

Sunk my teeth
into a wall of magnolias,
take off your back,
you wont get wet
under your own tent
a setting sun leaves everything
disappeared then red.
It's raining and we have no where to go,
let us reign, we have no where to go.

Speak to me as if you were
a saint planning your own demise
in the soil of a garden,
where the flowers would mark you canonized.
Let us grow, for we have no where to go.
The sun is shining, let us grow.

It's the miracle of our empty hands
to give the peace that we don't possess,
Pass through the valley in Cumberland,
one at a time, Lord, stay with us.
If passing upriver goes luckless and slow,
the valley is green when you get up from below.

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from Seven Mountainsides, released February 1, 2013

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