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Too Old To Die Young - One Flew South
If life is like a candle bright
Death must be the wind
You can close your window tight
But it still comes blowing in
So I will climb the highest hill
To watch the rising sun
And pray that I won't feel the chill
Til I'm to old to die young
Let me watch my children grow
To see what they become
Lord don't let that cold wind blow
Til I'm too old to die young