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Did I hear you say they're wandering?They're rendering the seas and seasonsAnd I hear they are wondering whyThey would wander to their home in the sky -O' the wandering, O' the sunderingAnd for the rendering, the hopes 'n' horsesWhen my feet are tired on moss an' grassesO' the wandering, O' the sunderingSoon, o' how soon the Autumn comes along!Here, yes even here, no-one will know you.Over me the loneliness of treesRest 'n' rustle rolling over meO' the wandering, O' the sunderingAnd the humming of your hopes 'n' horses,For the tendering and wondering why -O' the wandering, O' the sunderingO' how soon, how soon... From Letras Mania