I was walking alone through the lofty San Juans
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With a heart full of light and a head full of songs
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I was thinking of time and how much it will cost
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To recapture the souls that we surely have lost
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In the cities and towns there are millions who dream
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But the traffic's so loud that you can't hear them scream
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There's a heaven on earth that so few ever find
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Though the map's in your soul and the road's in your mind
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So many mountains before us, so many rivers to cross
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Where is the wisdom to bring back the vision we've lost
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Can we gaze with the wonder of children
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Into the deafening night
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Has it gotten so dark that we cannot remember the light
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When you sleep on the ground with the stars in your face
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You can feel the full length of the beauty and grace
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In the wild places man is an unwelcome guest
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But it's here that I'm found and it's here I feel blessed
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The Wild Places
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| Dan Fogelberg |
