Well may the skiers turn,
The swimmers churn, the lovers burn
Peace, may the generals learn
When I'm far away.
Well may the world go,
The world go, the world go.
Well may the world go,
When I'm far away.
Sweet may the fiddle sound
The banjo play the old hoe down
Dancers swing round and round
When I'm far away.
Well may the world go,
The world go, the world go.
Well may the world go,
When I'm far away.
Fresh may the breezes blow
Clear may the streams flow
Blue above, green below
When I'm far away.
Well may the world go,
The world go, the world go.
Well may the world go,
When I'm far away.
The swimmers churn, the lovers burn
Peace, may the generals learn
When I'm far away.
Well may the world go,
The world go, the world go.
Well may the world go,
When I'm far away.
Sweet may the fiddle sound
The banjo play the old hoe down
Dancers swing round and round
When I'm far away.
Well may the world go,
The world go, the world go.
Well may the world go,
When I'm far away.
Fresh may the breezes blow
Clear may the streams flow
Blue above, green below
When I'm far away.
Well may the world go,
The world go, the world go.
Well may the world go,
When I'm far away.
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