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Grace, said Calvin, my soul is weary.
These last few years have done me harm.
Let’s load some things into the Ford
and leave for Father’s farm.
To what I am and what we are,
the place where we belong,
where the north woods roll to the mountains,
silent, deep, and strong.
On the way we’ll visit Cally
in his simple, peaceful home.
You can leave a red, red rose,
and we’ll travel on alone.
And drive into the night time,
the place where we belong,
you, Grace, and the north woods,
silent, deep, and strong.
And drive into the night time,
the place where we belong,
you, Grace, and the north woods,
silent, deep, and strong.
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