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Sweetest days of childhood, playing in the deep woods |
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Stomping through the creek and feeling, oh, so much alive |
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We're camping in the forest, we join the cricket chorus |
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And hum our songs of gratitude around a crackling fire |
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And out here in the stillness, |
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I found my house of worship |
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With column trees and canopy of stars, here in my cathedral |
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It was beneath the blue skies, |
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I ran down to be baptized |
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I felt the river wash me clean and dried beneath the sun |
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And to this day believing |
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I'm wide awake or dreaming |
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Scan the ancient sky and understand where |
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I belong'Cause out here in the stillness, |
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I find my house of worship |
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With column trees and canopy of stars, here in my cathedral |
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This is where |
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I find my soul, out where holy men of old |
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First knelt in soil and thanked you for the rain |
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Wrote the songs that filled the air, herald angels sang their prayer |
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Out beneath your darling constellations |
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So let me off and wander, robin song and thunder |
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Surrounding me with stained glass leaves that change with every breeze |
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And out here in the stillness, |
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I find my house of worship |
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With column trees and canopy of stars, here in my cathedral |
