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Oh, my mother, she is a mountain, And her breast, it touch the sky. And my father, he is a river, Running through her, sweet by and by. And my sister, she is a songbird, And she's singing in her flight. And my brother, he is a moonbeam, Falling on her in the night. There is a river run through the mountains. Under moonlight, hear the song, Of the bloodlines gone long before me, And ever after moving on. Ever after moving on. |