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There we will sit by the cypress trees By the edge of the dark dark woods There we will sing the songs that we sang when the times we lived where good Enough food on our table & we said our Fridays prayer There we will sit by the cypress trees by the edge of the dark dark woods Joseph he has a story to tell the children gather round Of far beyond the darkest of nights & way above the clouds & how if you are pure enough then walls come tumbling down Joseph he has a story to tell the children gather round From Letras Mania