| From the cape to the hook
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| With a carpet of leaves underfoot
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| Through the lakes and the pines
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| With my nose and my ears and eyes
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| And with the warm sun on my shoulders
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| And with the river rushing down
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| I’m walking on a path to higher ground
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| Out of the trees and through the clouds
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| Down the fence in the dusk
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| Through the scree at the foot of the bluff
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| And i drank from the brook
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| And i slept in the lee of the wood
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| And in the house where i last held you
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| Our bed was cast adrift all night
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| And you were taking me to higher ground
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| Out of my skin above the clouds
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| And in the canvas of a clear night
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| A billion pins of flickering light
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| And i dreamed of rising up beside you
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| Among the galaxies and stars
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| And you were taking me to higher ground
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| Out of my skin above the clouds |