By Bob Farrell & Eddie DeGarmo
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I walk along this winding road
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Too many voices tell me which way to go
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Sometimes this heart gets so confused
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I need you Lord to show me
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Which path to choose
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And I'm longing for that place way up high
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Where God's air is sweet and I touch the sky
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Way up here I can see the far horizon
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All the world before my eyes is clear to see
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Way up here where my Father always meets me
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On this mountain where he heals me I can rest
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Way up here
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Rising above this life we know
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Leaving the streams of sorrow far down below
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I feel the touch of God's loving hand
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Restoring me in ways I can't understand
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If I fall away his love reaches me
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And he brings me back
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To the edge of my dreams
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Way up here I can see the far horizon
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All the world before my eyes is clear to see
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Way up here where my Father always meets me
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On this mountain where he heals me I can rest
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Way up here
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No matter where we travel, no need to fear the shadows
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My God is there
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His light is there to follow
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Back to the quiet waters
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I know he cares
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Way up here I can see the far horizon
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All the world before my eyes is clear to see
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Way up here where my Father always meets me
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On this mountain where he heals me I can rest
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Way up here
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(chorus repeated)
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Way Up Here
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| Rebecca St. James |
