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Wan-de-re-rs this mor-nin' came by. Where do they- go Grace-ful in the mo-o-o-or-ning light. To ba-a-a-a
ir. To fo-o-ol-low you soft-ly in the cold moun-tain air. Through the fo-o-rest, down to your grave. Where th
s wait, And the tall gra-a-a-as-ses wave Th
-ey do not kno-ow you a-ny-mo-o-ore! More------ More------- De-ar sha--dow, a-live and well! How can the bo-o-dy di
tell me e-very-thing! A-ny-thing tru-u-u-ue! In-to tow-n one mor-nin' I went Stag-ge