| The mountains were high from the valley below
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| But back in those days they didn’t know
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| What was waiting for them over the divide
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| And who would be the first to see the other side
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| But you made the climb up to the crest
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| Seeing it all ahead of the rest
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| And your expression showed the wonder of the place
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| Looking westward with the sunlight on your face
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| At the wide open vista
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| At the wide open sweet someday
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| Climbing over the ridge top
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| To finally see the view
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| That none of us ever have known
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| Crossing over to home
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| In the vista, home
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| The flowers are bright here at your side
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| All of us came to say our goodbye
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| The light of morning shines stronger in the room
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| Your breathing changes, the time is coming soon
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| I speak, my love, I say my words
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| You squeeze my hand to say that you’ve heard
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| And in your eyes I watch the twinkle in the blue
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| Looking over the ridge and out into the view
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| At the wide open vista
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| At the wide open sweet someday
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| Climbing over the ridge top
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| To finally see the view
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| That none of us ever have known |
| Crossing over to home
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| In the vista
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| In the wide open sweet someday
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| Climbing over the ridge top to finally see the view
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| All of us go there alone
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| Crossing over to home
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| In the vista
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| The wide open sweet someday
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| The wide open vista |