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Brothers, we go to the Scarlet Hills -- / (Little gold sun, come out of the dawn.) / There we will meet in the cedar groves -- / (Shining white dew, come down.) / There is a bed where you sleep so sound, / The little good folk of the Hills will guard, / Till the morning wakes and your love comes home -- / (Fly away, heart, to the Scarlet Hills.)