By Robin Williamson
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Robin Williamson: Guitar, bass, flute, oboe, piano, cello and vocal.
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Let me be where love is born
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to sail upon a scallop shell
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the way no hair of a thought is disturbed
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and the sight is still
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as moonlight clasps each leaf
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of a tree of dust
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until it knows it is alive
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and lives to be green
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tell me will we open the heavens
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and disperse ourselves as rain
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or passing by some closed door
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beam morning at the passing of all dreams
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i love you in spirit and in earth
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through all and beyond
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until sweet kindness fills all space
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quieting the howling stars.
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Will We Open the Heavens
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Robin Williamson |