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"Head To The Heart" is the name of the road |
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'Cross mountains, valleys, switchbacks, and stones |
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The longest of journeys that I've ever known |
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To take me, take me home |
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I walked for many-a-miles, many-a-days |
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Months became years, they asked me my age |
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I said, "I couldn't see what difference it makes |
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Once we reach, we reach home". |
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Off in the distance, there must be a place |
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Somewhere to find rest, some light on your face |
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She said, "I've always been open |
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So come through my gate." |
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I said, "Love, I'm on my way |
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I'm on my way". |
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I started to doubt that I might arrive |
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Sometimes I wandered and one time I cried |
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On the breast of a woman who paid a high price |
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To say "yes" |
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"Yes" to home |
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I asked her, "What does it feel like?" |
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"And how will I know?" |
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"How long must I wait?" |
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"Which way do I go?" |
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She said, "I've always been open |
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So come through my gate." |
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I said, "Love, I'm on my way |
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I'm on my way". |
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One day in the distance, a mountain did rise |
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But one that was different, it wore a disguise |
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I saw my destination for the first time |
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Yes, I saw it clearly, but not with my eyes |
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And when I arrived I met a young man |
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He showed me his heart |
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He showed me his hands |
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He wore a strange crown |
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Said it hurts where he stands, but "welcome |
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Welcome home". |
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I said, "Show me the table |
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I'm a traveling man |
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I'll eat every last crumb |
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I'll take all that I can |
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And she said, "I've always been open |
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So come through my gate." |
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I said, "Love, I'm on my way |
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I'm on my way". |
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So, "Head To The Heart" is the name of the road |
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'Cross mountains, valleys, switchbacks, and stones |
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The longest of journeys that I've ever known |
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To take me, take me home |
