A little boy sits by the light of the moon
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He knows that he's lost something precious too soon
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But he's quiety singing a nursery tune
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He sings for whoever may hear him
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But one day he finds for whatever it's worth
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The moon and the stars and the blue spinning earth
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They'll all come and go through death and rebirth
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And the ones that he's lost will be near him
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Chorus:
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No matter the distance they're putting between us
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Whether on earth or on high
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I'll send up a prayer, if you blow me some kisses
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From the far away, nearby
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Bye
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Bye
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So whether you're weary or cold as a stone
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Baby, maybe you're reeling and feeling alone
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But remember your sadness, well it isn't unknown
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Just think of the one's that you're missing (and sing)
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[Chorus]
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Middle 8:
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You can hear them all singing and dancing
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Kicking up their heels from across the divide...listen
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You can hear the music playing
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A calling out to someone from the other side
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[Chorus to end]
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Far Away, Nearby
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Marc Cohn |