| Oh when see the winter turning into spring
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| Oh it speaks to this heart of mine, more then anything
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| Underneath a blanket of snow, cold and white
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| Something is stirring in the still of the night
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| And then the sun comes up slowly with the dawn
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| Oh this is the kind of feeling that I hang my hope upon
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| There is a love and beauty in all that I see
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| And no one nobody is explaining you to me
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| Maybe my eyes can’t see
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| But you are surrounding me
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| Here in the wind and rain
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| The things that I know
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| Tender and sweet
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| Strong as my needs
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| I know the voice I know the touch
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| Lover of my soul
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| And when the evening comes, the sunlight fades to red
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| Time and time and time again I whisper in my head
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| Give me strenght and give me faith
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| To fully believe that the maker of this whole wide world is a father to me
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| Maybe my eyes can’t see
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| But you are surrounding me
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| Here in the wind and rain
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| The things that I know
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| Tender and sweet
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| Strong as my needs
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| I know the voice I know the touch
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| Lover of my soul
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| I need the voice I need the touch
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| Maybe my eyes can’t see
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| But you are surrounding me
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| Here in the wind and rain
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| The things that I know
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| Tender and sweet
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| Strong as my needs
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| I know the voice I know the touch
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| Lover of my soul
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| Talking to me, the things I know
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| (I know the voice I know the touch)
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| Oh you’re the lover of my soul |