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I wish I was on White Horse Hill At the breaking of my day; Along the sweet horse gallops I'd run. And in the stars I'd play. Where daisies fall, nightingales call Little owls to play. Oh I wish I was on White Horse Hill At the breaking of the day. Come crows come sheep come chalk hedgerows, I'd fly the big green hill. Come nights come snow come stars' haloes, I'd follow the greensand trail. Where daisies fall, nightingales call Little owls to play. Oh I wish I was on White Horse Hill At the breaking of my day. The horse the pack the moon the track, All travel the north wind road. The Thames it flows, the man down he goes Along his winter road, Far down his winter road. Where daisies fall, nightingales call Little owls to play. Oh I wish I was on White Horse Hill At the breaking of my day. Peter Please

Posted by wysefool 13th May 2007ce

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