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I feel the pastures growing greener
I feel the ways they they come all over me
I feel the pastures growing greener
I feel the ways their 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 weathers me and keeps me hanging on
I'll get through this will you
I'll get through this will you
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 dry as a bone
In the southern the air will keep you warm
In the western the air is dry as a bone
And I've been wondering about that change
And I've been wondering about that change
I'll get through this will you
I'll get through this will you
I'll get through this will you
I'll get through this