And once I walked a million miles
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All the way to Yugoslavia
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And I carried you all of the way
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For where I was then there you are.
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As the sun rose o'er the curb stones
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By the road where I'd been sleeping
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Them night-long trucks, as they roared by
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They could not drown my weeping.
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And it was me, and I alone
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Who looked toward the far horizon
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And I saw King Heron
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On his dead tree throne
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And I knew not which to keep my mind on.
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Now I cannot speak for everyone
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For they got their reasons
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All on this road
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But, Heron, would that I had your wings
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For then I'd know where I would go
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For then I'd know where I would go.
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Heron Song
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| Ralph McTell |
