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If it be your will
That a voice be true
From this broken hill
I will sing to you
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing
(If It Be Your Will)
I suppose that you froze when the wind took your clothes, and I guess you just never got warm. But you stand there so nice in you blizzard of ice, oh please let me come in to the storm.