Silence slips between us, solitude complete
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The stillness clear and close as heaven's door
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The earth beats out its rhythm, in slow and perfect time
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Counterpoint and harmonies, life's melodies entwine
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And we fight the battle here where there's time to fall in step
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The secrets are still known here, but the secrets never kept
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Chorus:
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Wild places, somewhere we can see the Father's hand
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Wild places, somewhere we can be alone with you
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We need a promised land.
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Maybe we'll be wounded in the healing,
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It's to be broken to be sure
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Can we embrace this strange awakening together?
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Is wisdom carved into creation?
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The old relationships defined
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As forbidding as her truth may be
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We'll learn her ways with time
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We'll learn to take it as it comes
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We can't change faster than we can
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Already we're a long way from the children we began
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(Chorus)
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Wood smoke rising, faces alive in the firelight
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Forsaking the road and making it home to be there tonight
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The young making good what they found in the wood
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What they learned of a land
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Putting dreams back together
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Talking it through, reaching out for the hand
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There's a moment caught suspended
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Communion born between our eyes
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Our vision clears its golden flight ascending
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And we have seen what we have come for
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And we will some day see again
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But we have climbed into the mountains
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So we must climb back down 'til then
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But we'll take it as it is crazy with love and disbelief
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And the magic of your morning
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The wilderness, the peace
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(Chorus)
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...somewhere we can Touch the Father's hand....
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We need a promised land.
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WILD PLACES
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| Peter, Paul & Mary |
