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Canachmuir

To see the hills again ( 1985 ) Thinking of the hills again sentimental fool, she says how the land that gave you nothing holds you though you're free Canachmuir was beautiful though winter clawing at our lives left us land that kept us poor - yet you remember spring and hear the childrens' changing voices crowds without a friend a word from half the world away can make you want to see the hills again You can't forget the leaving days the shame of giving up your home losing faith took many years you were for holding on and still your exiled eyes have doubts this air no longer breathes romance with no desire to learn the steps you watch the foreign dance and hear the childrens' changing voices....

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