Way honour way,
Way on our way,
Way honour way on our way!
Coming up home
I’m coming up home!
Coming up home
I’m coming up home!
Roses
At the bottom of the garden’
Theres roses
Won’t you sing with me my darlin
We’re braiding roses
At the bottom
And the thorns will be the guard into
the night'
Ancient wisdom of the soul!
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