They can't stop the spring |
| The curtain has been raised, the wall no longer stands |
| And from Lisadell to Latvia, we're singing as one clan |
| The curtain has been raised, and Europe's all one stage |
| And the archipelagic icicles have melted like the cage |
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| We don't need no party, just a party band |
| A continental choir singing hand in hand |
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| They might scare the blackbird |
| But they cannot stop him sing |
| They may steal the honey |
| But they'll never steal the sting |
| They may crush the flowers |
| Trample every living thing |
| But they can't stop the spring |
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| They might scare the blackbird |
| But they cannot stop him sing |
| They may steal the honey |
| But they'll never steal the sting |
| They may crush the flowers |
| And trample every living thing |
| But they can't stop the spring |
| |
| They might scare the blackbird |
| But they cannot stop him sing |
| They may steal the honey |
| But they'll never steal the sting |
| They may crush the flowers |
| And trample every living thing |
| But they can't stop the spring |
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| No, they can't stop the spring |