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Knows he who tills this lonely field (to reap its scanty corn)What mystic fruit his acres yield (at midnight and morn?)In the long sunny afternoon (the plain was full of ghosts)They took this valley for their toy (they played with it in every mood)A cell for prayer, a ball for joy (treated nature as they would)In wandered up, I wandered downWe stayed in chains for another until she brought backWe stayed in chains for another, we could never change,we could never change2xRun, run and batter up! Run, run and batter it...As when my brothers long ago came with me to the woodsThe winding Concord gleamed below pouring as a wide flood beset by pensive hostsWe stayed in chains for another until she brought backWe stayed in chains for another, we could never change,we could never change2xBut they are gone, the holy ones who trod with me this lonely valeThe strong, star-bright companions are silent, low and pale2xWe stayed in chains for another until she brought backWe stayed in chains for another, we could never change,we could never change From Letras Mania