| I want to stand upon a rock, and watch the river flow
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| With the blue sky above me and the valley down below
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| I want to hold my head up high, and listen to the wind
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| 'cause when it’s gone, it won’t be back again
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| I want to sing the kind of songs that my dad sang to me
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| And try to be the man he hoped that I would be
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| He said you only get one chance, you’d better do the best you can
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| 'cause when it’s gone, it won’t be back again
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| I want to wear my sunday coat, and hold your hand in mine
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| And hear you say you’ll love me until the end of time
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| I want to find forever in every moment that we spend
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| 'cause when it’s gone, it won’t be back again
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| I want to wear my sunday coat
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| And hold your hand in mine
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| And hear you say you’ll love me
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| Until the end of time
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| I want to stand upon a rock, like I did when I was young
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| And hold you close beside me, and watch our children run
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| 'cause you only get one chance to listen to th wind
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| And when it’s gone, it won’t be back again
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| We only get one chance, so listen to the wind
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| Cause when it’s gone, it won’t be back again |