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When I was young I had thoughts of a kind that still linger |
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Entwined with realities reasoning |
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I'd sit on the hill side and look out far yonder, imagine I'd easily fly away |
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To where? I don't know, |
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But the imagery caught by my quick imagination would lift me |
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My spirit to conquer a fall |
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Well now let me tell you the simplest of stories |
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We've all been through this moment |
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And really we've all been through this birth |
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All praise this glorious chance of life |
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All praise this wonderous feeling too |
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All praise this time we all go through |
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This pain, this light, we bare so fast |
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Rebirth at last |
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And I wanted to be by my wife |
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As she'd laboured and given |
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The child a life, she the purest soul |
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So I wanted to be by her side |
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For the very first time I said |
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For the full and simple reason |
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Well I wanted it, well yes I did |
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As a Mother and Father of innocence |
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Gladly helping a child to this world |
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There was more than relief on our minds |
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It was like touching moments in History |
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Not just for a memory |
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With the help of those dear people |
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Who could have thought for a better reason of just wanting to be there |
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Who could have thought for a better |
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reason of just wanting to be there |
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Who could have thought for a better reason of just wanting to be there |
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For the full and simple reason |
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Well I wanted it, wanted it, wanted to be there |
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Out in a whispering of time |
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Can a Mother and Child love right away |
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Mother and Father as their right accept a reason |
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As the child's eyes that dream on and dream a life away |
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So the moment I thought about release of life that comes on |
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And how hopefully wise we become with each passing day |
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I wondered at this divine "Animation Of Life" |
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As the moment her eyes opened wide I could see it was her first day |
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Was her first sound |
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Time had stood still |
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Brought my knees to the ground |
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The moment I saw the look in her eyes |
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I knew I was captured by an angel in disguise |
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And as I sit on that green covered hill long ago |
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The memory of a deeper love inside me flows |
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Oh - it comes and it passes through you |
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Oh - it comes and it passes through you |
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Tell me things that our fore fathers have tried |
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I'll tell you there's nothing in life to touch the birth of a child, |
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I want these words to linger on and on for I was there beside my loved one |
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Oh tell me there is nothing like seeing the birth of a child |
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So tell me the thought, the memory lingers so. |
