| The moon’s waving the world goodbye;
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| The morning sun smiles and lights the sky
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| I hear the waves crashing into shore;
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| The world’s an ocean waiting at my door
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| Before I set out for the open sea
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| I’ll take the word my Father’s given me
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| And I’ll go sailing out to Treasure Island
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| The Treasure Island that God’s word can be;
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| I’ll pray and make my way to Treasure Island
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| And in those quiet times I know that I will find
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| All the treasure I will ever need
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| I raise the sail as I kneel to pray
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| Check my course all along the way;
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| A million thoughts like the rushing wind
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| Are blowing this ship so I’ll pray again
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| Soon I have landed on the solid ground;
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| I take my life’s concerns and lay them all down
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| And I’ll go sailing out to Treasure Island
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| The Treasure Island that God’s word can be;
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| I’ll pray and make my way to Treasure Island
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| And in those quiet times I know that I will find
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| All the treasure I will ever need
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| And when I return to the mainland
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| I’ll take the treasure back with me
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| I’ll go sailing out to Treasure Island
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| The Treasure Island that God’s word can be;
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| Ill go sailing out to Treasure Island
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| Guided by the Spirit’s gentle wind
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| I’ll pray and make my way to Treasure Island
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| And when the new day starts, I’ll take my longing heart
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| And sail to Treasure Island once again |