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| Joseph Hill | The lark's last song is o'er the meadow sweeping in homage no to thee The parting call he's ardently completing with golden filigree |
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| Chor | The head is lifted high, the melody sublime, a beauteous lustre blooming now, blooming now, blooming now from the tallest bough The lark's last sing is sorely only fleeting yet lingers on after fading away The sound is gone but never truly lost within us it shall remain He takes no more to flight, now sings his lullaby now sings the lullaby that carries him to eternal rest What greater joy. What greater joy I'll find like no other to breathe my last for another no greater joy than to breathe my last in joyous song to thee |
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| Joseph Hill | So my last song when timeit comes to singing will cherish the hearth of thee Let all fall soft and hold together still to hear the words I longed to speak to thee |
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