If I could choose |
| They envy me, my hills of Clare |
| The white gulls calling in the soft sea air |
| So much to lose |
| And yet I'd leave the hills of Clare |
| And live in a desert if I had you there |
| What would I lose if I could choose? |
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| If I could choose a place to walk with you |
| I'd choose the longest road |
| And it would lead us to a house that no one knew |
| Bellows by the fire, and the turf smoke rising higher |
| Than the lark that wings and always sings of you |
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| If I could choose a time to talk with you |
| I'd choose the longest day |
| And over all the hills of Clare, I'd shout the news |
| I would tell them how a day could last forever |
| And I'd never leave your side if I could choose |
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| If I could choose a time to talk with you |
| I'd choose the longest day |
| And over all the hills of Clare, I'd shout the news |
| I would tell them how a day could last forever |
| And I'd never leave your side if I could choose |
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