Will you water Hairy when I'm gone?
The saints are marching home
Can't cha hear the signs?
Tossing in the ocean foam
My heart in your hands?

Their trail of tears spills down my chest
I see my Father's knees
Northern blue ice mountains melt
Please say good bye to my bees

The Great Human Divide opens like an Iris in the Sky
The purple paste streaming begins
I am covered in Swami's eyes
Can't cha hear that Profit's lies?

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