| Life is full of tides that pull oceans and hearts to shore
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| And I find it’s like the heat of dancing feet keeping a body warm
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| I like the melodies in evergreens
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| Roaming winds and rocky mountains
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| Summer storms and hawks that warn innocent lands
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| Working hands
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| And miraculous birth of a child who demands attention
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| I have been such a child
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| Life’s a gift of arms that lift baskets of fruit to share
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| And I find it’s like a night of northern lights
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| Startling the unaware
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| I like the whales at sea, the mysteries
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| Irish cliffs and desert flatlands
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| Weathered barns and farmers' yarns
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| Arrows unfound, quiet towns and incredible death
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| Oh, we know it is bound to happen
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| Singing with you is the best thing that could happen to me, my friend
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| You throw me back a voice
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| That is a mighty bit more than making a dream come true
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| And when life is a burden
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| And every heart we know is a hurting heart
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| The world is on trial, we’re walking a mile
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| And singing with you is a start
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| A start for me, for my heart
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| And singing with you is a start |