| Within my soul, the lands I seek
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| Are golden fields where rivers meet
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| There seeds are sown by Heaven’s hand
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| And harvest comes in the Tenderlands
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| Patient sunrise nurtures the flowers to bloom
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| Comfort’s sweet rain falls like a fresh perfume
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| And love is grown and baby don’t cry
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| And mama don’t weep in the Tenderlands
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| The world is pure where mercy lives
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| This heart becomes the grace she gives
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| Her gentle words I understand
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| They rise as mist in the Tenderlands
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| Mercy lay down, hold me within your arms
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| Rock me sweetly, cover me with your smile
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| And love will grow and baby won’t cry
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| And mama won’t weep in the Tenderlands
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| And love will grow and baby won’t cry
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| And mama won’t weep in the Tenderlands
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| Oh, yeah, in the Tenderlands |