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It's not like I'm opposed to it just leaving has its price Your mother's dying wish to me was raise these children right So, Deborah, and Joshua, and Abigail We'll go A wounded knee and a worn-torn dream have often challenged me So, children dear, go pack your things tomorrow morn we'll leave for liberty, towards charity and for mother dear we'll go Children, come follow me We'll run across this pier Secretly we'll hide and we'll stowaway in here It's time to leave everything we've ever loved before But if the bobby comes aboard, we may never see New York The crimson shade of the evening hill protect us, happy few so close your eyes and dream sweet dreams We'll land in three short weeks Now Abigail, please dry your eyes or your fever will rise Letras de cancionesDon't cry, don't cry! Children, come follow me, we'll toss her overboard Abigal is home in the heavens with the Lord We're eight days from happiness and eight days isn't long Gather round the latern, we'll sing a happy song We'll sing lie, lie, lie ,lie ,lie, lie, lie lie, lie, lie lie, lie lie, lie x2 From Letras Mania