Go on your way, way way over the delta
Come home, come home
All ye travellers of the trail
On your way
Over that old Mountain,
Over the paths of stone
Step your clip-clop shoes
On the paths of stone
Over that wide river
Row, row your boat
row it til the break of day
Heave, heave your shovel in the mud and clay
Over that old mountain, mountain all the day
Step, step upon the trail
Where the white doves sail
Through the mists of day
Up into the sunshine
Til you find your rightful way
Once you're there, once you're there
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