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All alone a father sits thinking of his son Far away a mother sleeps her baby yet unborn Chorus: Rain and wood and fire and stone magic all across the land Seasons come and times will go right through your hand, like wind and sand In awhile a child will grow a bird will learn to fly Pretty soon a child will know what it is to make a life Chorus: Long before the river goes far from where it was Long before it meets the sea a child will know of love From Letras Mania