| When the light uncovers you
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| I will sing a morning song
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| Like a sparrow in an oak tree
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| Till the dreams say so long
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| You will turn around to see me
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| Lying eager next to you
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| I’ll color your silver skies blue
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| As the scent of spring arrives
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| I will dance you through the green
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| Guiding every new footstep
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| Till you recall our routine
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| You will slow me down and hold me
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| Closer till your grip is true
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| You’ll color my silver skies blue
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| Oh the rush of love with its tender breeze
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| Firming up the roots, cooling off the leaves
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| We clutch deeper in the soil
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| We grow taller towards the blue
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| Oh the rush of love with its tender breeze
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| Firming up the roots, cooling off the leaves
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| We clutch deeper in the soil
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| We grow taller towards the blue
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| When the noise is all that’s there in your poor embattled mind
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| I will touch you on the heart, so your body you can find
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| And you’ll turn around and see me, lying eager next to you
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| I’ll color your silver skies blue
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| I’ll color your silver skies blue
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| I’ll color your silver skies blue |