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Freedom's finally mine, at the threshold 
of the forest where trees turned bluish-green, 
to a sea of grass that men does withhold.
Summer country comfort my absence been.

Of the forest where trees turned bluish-green, 
from one end of the vale to another
summer country comfort my absence been.
But for the grace of God blessed I wonder.

From one end of the vale to another
walking in the country the days go by, 
but for the grace of God blessed I wonder
still I think of you, only you, pure sky.

Walking in the country the days go by,
who wouldn't wanna be me to look on thee, 
still I think of you, only you, pure sky.
These are the days that God's been good to me.

Who wouldn't wanna be me to look on thee,
you can't hide beautiful, what about me.
These are the days that God's been good to me
you won, you're the only one, eyes best see.

You can't hide beautiful, what about me.
You're not alone tonight, don’t shut me out.
You won; you're the only one, eyes best see.
Some days you gotta dance and whirl about.

You're not alone tonight, don’t shut me out.
You're my better half and only you dove.
Some days you gotta dance and whirl about; 
somebody like you, tangled up in love.

You're my better half and only you dove.
Live to love another day, better life
somebody like you, tangled up in love.
Stuck in the middle spellbound as my wife.

Live to love another day, better life
to a sea of grass that men does withhold.
Stuck in the middle spellbound as my wife 
freedom's finally mine, at the threshold.



4/6/2018

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