| They say that true paradise lies in the heart of man
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| That maybe so, but I’m ready once more
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| To run for the cover of my secret hiding place
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| Where I can burn all the memories of war
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| Sometimes it’s mountains lakes, high in the Sierras
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| Sometimes the peaceful shore of Hana Bay
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| And I’ll take you with me to share every moment
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| If you will just promise to do what I say:
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| Bring nothing but silence
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| Show nothing but grace
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| Seek nothing but shelter
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| From the great human race
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| Take nothing but pictures
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| Kill nothing but time
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| Leave nothing but footprints
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| To show you came by So very few places that man hasn’t scarred
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| Taken for granted or taken in vain
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| I wonder, my child as we lie here beneath the stars
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| What will be left for your children to claim
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| Maybe someday you’ll be walking on Venus
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| Maybe some day you may live in the sea
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| Remember I taught you to love Mother Nature
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| For it was she who once gave you to me
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| © 1977 Rambunctious Music (ASCAP) |