| Dreamed I had a cutting stone
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| Dreamed I held it all my own
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| It cut through wire, wood, and bone
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| I’ll cut you down, my cutting stone
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| Cutting stone oh fear me none
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| Whether wild or whether won
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| Though I travel far from home
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| I’ll always have my cutting stone
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| Wandering, I chanced upon
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| A wayward child lost anon
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| And when he laid across my chest
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| My cutting stone it did the rest
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| Cutting stone oh fear me none
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| Whether wild or whether won
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| Though I travel far from home
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| I’ll always have my cutting stone
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| In a valley green and wide
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| A suitor wept for a dying bride
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| And when he turned his eyes on me
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| A cutting stone did set him free
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| Cutting stone oh fear me none
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| Whether wild or whether won
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| Though I travel far from home
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| I’ll always have my cutting stone
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| Cutting stone oh fear me none
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| Whether wild or whether won
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| Though I travel far from home
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| I’ll always have my cutting stone
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| There upon a mountaintop
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| I looked down on to what I’d wrought
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| And when I saw my labors through
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| I cut my cutting stone in two
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| Cutting stone oh fear me none
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| Whether wild or whether won
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| Though I travel far from home
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| I’ll always have my cutting stone
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| I’ll always have my cutting stone
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| I’ll cut you down, my cutting stone |