On your knees you are taller than trees you can look over heartaches and fears
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When my faith is gone to my knees I will go growing stronger and taller than trees
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(One night it was a long time ago now I knelt at my mother's knee
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For I weary I was heartsick I was blue
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She said son lifft up your eyes to him to him up in the skies
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And you'll grow oh yes son you'll grow tall and strong like the mighty oaks)
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And this was the answer I felt as down at her knees I knelt
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(Down on your knees you can go taller than trees
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And my boy you can look over all your heartaches
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And son you can look over all your fears)
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When my faith is gone to my knees I will go growing stronger and taller than trees
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Taller Than Trees
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| Don Gibson |
