She'll go out on the yard,
Holding her small daughter in her arms
Above the line of the tress,
Above the end of the street,
She will see it rising
Gold ball, large as a giant
Planet starting to lift up over ours.
She will go out in the yard holding her daughter
Looking at it rise
And grow and blossom and rise
Holding her small daughter in her arms
Above the line of the tress,
Above the end of the street,
She will see it rising
Gold ball, large as a giant
Planet starting to lift up over ours.
She will go out in the yard holding her daughter
Looking at it rise
And grow and blossom and rise
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