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She's the maid of the river
So beautifully plain
As fresh as the country
That gave her her name
As crisp as the snow
And as swift as the rain
She shone like the sun
Before all of our games
She shone like a jewel
But her price was not gold
She cried more than most
When her story was told
But her people were evil
Left her baron and cold
And her heart went to market
Where her body was sold
Chorus
I said hey hey won't you take me away
Because I can't see the point
In the dawn of the day
When so many killers gonna take you away
And leave little left except hatred
She's the goddess of love
The goddess in green
The goddess of all
That I've ever seen
Goddess of hope
The goddess in brown
The goddess of all
That you've burned to the ground
Chorus
There's all kind of hatred
Flows out of man's hands
There's the hatred that strangles
The throat of a man
But the worst of all hatred
Is that which is planned
Against what we have
In this goddess of land
Chorus
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She's the maid of the river
So beautifully plain
As fresh as the country
That gave her her name
As crisp as the snow
And as swift as the rain
She shone like the sun
Before all of our games
She shone like a jewel
But her price was not gold
She cried more than most
When her story was told
But her people were evil
Left her baron and cold
And her heart went to market
Where her body was sold
Chorus
I said hey hey won't you take me away
Because I can't see the point
In the dawn of the day
When so many killers gonna take you away
And leave little left except hatred
She's the goddess of love
The goddess in green
The goddess of all
That I've ever seen
Goddess of hope
The goddess in brown
The goddess of all
That you've burned to the ground
Chorus
There's all kind of hatred
Flows out of man's hands
There's the hatred that strangles
The throat of a man
But the worst of all hatred
Is that which is planned
Against what we have
In this goddess of land
Chorus
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Writer: CHARLES KENTON HEATHER, JEREMY CUNNINGHAM, JONATHAN SEVINK, MARK CHADWICK, SIMON FRIEND
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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