I feel the pastures growing greener
I feel the waves
They come, they come all over me
I feel the pastures growing greener
I feel the waves
They're coming over me
And everything's all right
And everything's all right
I hear the others wondering where I've been
I hear my mother
She's worried sick
And then I hear the others wondering where I've been
I hear my mother
She's worried sick
And then she weathers me and holds me to my own
She mothers me and keeps me hanging on
But I'll get through this
Will you?
But I'll get through this
Will you?
But I'll get through this
Will you?
I'll get through this
In the Southern, the air will keep you warm
In the Western, the air is as dry as a bone
In the Southern, the air will keep you warm
In the Western, the air is as dry as a bone
And I've been wondering about that change
And I, I, and I've been wondering about that change
But I'll get through this
Will you?
But I'll get through this
Will you?
But I'll get through this
Will you?
And I'll get through this
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