Rain comes down but he holds the mountain,
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Blue like sky, can you tell me why
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he sports him this way a child at play
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open up my lips but whats there to say
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Come play, come play
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as the river runs down as the river runs through
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as it runs through the field with all his companions
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this is the scene of the most enchanted
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I am a drunken fool, drunk off the love that holds up the moon
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Drunk off the love that binds me and you to the most high
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Just close your eyes and hold me
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No harm will befall you, thats what is spoken true
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when I turn down the Volume
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Time has come to speak of this love
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spread your wings of your song and soul
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to maintain internal heights above
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close your eyes and feel it unfold
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rush like a river from the highest mountain
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drink from the fountain and stop your counting
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what kind of wine does he have in his tavern
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oh so enchanted and sing like a mad man
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mad with the love of a wife for her husband
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child or mother, sister or brother
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rain and the thunder the rain and the thunder
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sing for the most high sing for no other
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we are all notes in this eternal song
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God play his flute and we all dance along
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Just close your eyes and hold me
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No harm will befall you, thats what is spoken true
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when I turn down the Volume
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Hold up the sky, no asking why
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How can we know if we don't even try
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Hold up the sky, no asking why
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How can we know if we don't even try
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Just close your eyes and hold me
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No harm will befall you, thats what is spoken true
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when I turn down the Volume
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| Trevor Hall |
