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I'm gEmoing to an Cisland,
Where the sGun will Dalways shEmine,
Where the mCoon is always riding on the sEmea,
And whEmen I go I'll lCeave behind,
These chGains that hDold me dEmown,
The tCime has come to set my spirit freEme,
EmI..D..C..Em...EmI..D..C..Em...EmI..D..C..B7. I willEm,
And thEmere beside a mCountain stream,
I'll bGuild a hDouse of stEmone,
And wCork the wood of cedar, pine and fEmir,
And thEmen I'll make a gCarden,
And I'll plGant a fDield of cEmorn,
PrCess my hands deep into mother eartEmh,
EmI..D..C..Em...EmI..D..C..Em...EmI..D..C..B7. I willC,
Oh, yes I willC,
Just to bGe a part of nCature once agB7ain,
And I wilEml..C. G D Em C Em
And thEmen I'll teach my chCildren love,
Like Gevery fDather shEmould,
For wCe are part of every living thEming,
And spEmeak of half-forgCotten words,
Like pGeace and jDoy and gEmood,
For the wCorld can only live when love can sEming,
EmI..D..C..Em...EmI..D..C..Em...EmI..D..C..B7. I willC,
Oh, yes I willC,
And they will bGe a part of nCature once agGain,C
And they will fGeel a part of nCature once agB7ain, the time is now,
Just to bCe a part of nature once agB7ain,
And I wilEml, C G D Em
CI, I, someday I wEmill...
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