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    1. Song of the Land
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    Lyrics by Raymond Lee and Dee Lee

    Many the songs and varied their music,
    That rise from the earth in the quickening day.
    Rooster that heralds the suns new arriving,
    And murmur of doves in the evergreen trees.

    Smoke on the hills and the wind on the river,
    Whisper of poplars in the stiffening breeze.
    Call of the pheasant on a clear frosty morning,
    And honk of the geese so high and so free.

    Dance of the wind that plays in the oak trees,
    Thud of the breakers white crested with foam.
    Songs of the land close knit in their rhythm,
    And song of a soul that is always its' own.

    These and the others they come to my memory,
    Songs of the trees and the fields and the hills.
    Song of a smile on the doorstep at evening,
    And song in my heart that can never be still.

    Many the orders to which I must listen,
    Many the false notes the bugles have blown,
    But through and beyond and above all their harshness,
    The songs of the land keep my reason my own.

    I shall not hear all their noises and shouting,
    I shall not hear the commands of the fools,
    How can I sing to the measures they're piping,
    When songs of the land over all of them rule?

    These and the others they come to my memory,
    Songs of the trees and the fields and the hills.
    Song of a smile on the doorstep at evening,
    And song in my heart that can never be still.

    Quiet I'll be until that happy morning,
    When silence will claim the discords of years.
    Then in the joy of some peaceful spring dawning,
    The chorus of nature will come to my ears.

    These and the others they come to my memory,
    Songs of the trees and the fields and the hills.
    Song of a smile on the doorstep at evening,
    And song in my heart that can never be still.

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