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The moon's waving the world goodbye; |
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The morning sun smiles and lights the sky. |
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I hear the waves crashing into shore; |
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The world's an ocean waiting at my door. |
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Before I set out for the open sea, |
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I'll take the word my Father's given me. |
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And I'll go sailing out to Treasure Island, |
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The Treasure Island that God's word can be; |
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I'll pray and make my way to Treasure Island, |
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And in those quiet times I know that I will find |
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All the treasure I will ever need. |
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I raise the sail as I kneel to pray, |
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Check my course all along the way; |
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A million thoughts like the rushing wind |
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Are blowing this ship so I'll pray again. |
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Soon I have landed on the solid ground; |
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I take my life's concerns and lay them all down. |
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And I'll go sailing out to Treasure Island, |
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The Treasure Island that God's word can be; |
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I'll pray and make my way to Treasure Island, |
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And in those quiet times I know that I will find |
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All the treasure I will ever need. |
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And when I return to the mainland, |
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I'll take the treasure back with me. |
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I'll go sailing out to Treasure Island, |
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The Treasure Island that God's word can be; |
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Ill go sailing out to Treasure Island, |
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Guided by the Spirit's gentle wind. |
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I'll pray and make my way to Treasure Island, |
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And when the new day starts, I'll take my longing heart |
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And sail to Treasure Island once again. |
