I held my own in de Janeiro
On the day they went to war
And my father was a hero
But he never did say more
And me I'm just a lonely high guy
Keep my head above the ground
Singing songs and selling flowers
And living out in this old town
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Now I can think of different stories
That I used to hear at night
As we worked out in the old fields
In the twighlight of our lives
At night I dreamt I saw a mountain
And a river and a sea
I dreamt of 50,000 people
And they were smiling back at me
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Way down beneath the trees
A village fast asleep
I think that I belong there
Now I can still see that old river
See it shine a million miles
Through the heart of Saranida
To the banks of wide can*l
And I have always loved that river
I like the way it moves so slow
And I think I'm like that river
A place to wonder and to roam
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