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                  When
                  Spring unfolds the breechen leaf and sap is on the bough. 
                  When
                  light is on the wild wood stream and wind is on the brow. 
                  When stride is long and breath is deep and keen the mountain
                  air. 
                  Come back to me, come back to me, and say my land is fair.
                  
                   
                  When
                  Spring is come to garth and field and corn is in the blade 
                  When blossom like a shining snow is on the orchard laid 
                  When shower and sun upon the earth with fragrance fill the air 
                  I値l linger here and will not come because my land is fair.
                  
                   
                  When
                  summer lies upon the world and in a noon of gold 
                  Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold 
                  When woodland halls are green and cool and wind is in the West 
                  Come back to me, come back to me and say my land is best.
                  
                   
                  When
                  summer warms the hanging fruit and burns the berry brown 
                  When straw is gold and ear is white and harvest comes to town 
                  When honey spills and apple swills though wind is in the West 
                  I値l linger here beneath the Sun because my land is best.
                  
                   
                  When
                  winter comes, the winter wild, that hill and wood shall slay 
                  When trees shall fall and starless nights devour the sunless
                  days 
                  When wind is in the deadly east, then in the bitter rain 
                  I値l look for thee and call to thee; I値l come to thee
                  again.
                  
                   
                  When
                  winter comes and singing ends, when darkness falls at last. 
                  When broken is the barren bough and light and labor past 
                  I値l look for thee and wait for thee until we meet again 
                  Together we will take the road the beneath the bitter rain.
                  
                   
                  Together
                  we will take the road that leads to the West 
                  And far away will find a land where both our hearts may rest. 
                   
                   Copyright J.R.R. Tolkien
                  
                  
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