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I have woken on a morning, seen the last of ev'ning's dew,
Heard the prophet crying out but was little I could do.
I had headed for the mountain but half-way got turned around
'Cause I seen a shadow floating over someone's sacred ground.

I've walked ten thousand miles or maybe it's even more,
Trying to get back to a place before they shut the door.
They told me that you're leaving but you'd already gone,
You headed for the Springtime because that's where you belonged.

     So clasp your hands and bow your head, and pray that when it's done,
     You'll be standing on that mount in the glow of a rising sun.

I can remember times gone by when I was but ten years old,
When all the things beyond that point had already been sold.
Now Henry became Susan and Mary calls herself John;
Too many things were changing as the world was rolling on.

     So clasp your hands and bow your head, and pray that when it's done,
     You'll be standing on that mount in the glow of a rising sun.

Some swear that there be angels a' traveling sight unseen,
Touching soft the broken hearts an' dancin' through the dreams.
But I will never know them for they're working while I sleep;
They're busy looking for the souls that they are bound to keep.

But I know of the thunder that comes from o’er the rise,
It shakes the ground I'm standing on, brings tears to my eyes.
I'm told that it’s salvation an’ it’s coming on the storm,
And mercy’s the only blanket that’s gonna keep you warm.

     So clasp your hands an’ bow your head an’ pray that when it’s done,
     You’ll be standing on that mount in the glow of a rising sun.

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