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Song On the Breeze

She was born high on the mountain top Where the soul stays pure and free She sang everyday from the mountain top Her voice was carried away on the breeze The sweet angel voice floated- to the valley below Where the Ranger was walking the street Alone he would walk to serve and protect The valley from the darkness it would meet He was a white noble knight,in a black leather vest He was the last of a rare hero’s breed Then one day he heard the voice on the breeze It sang, Follow your heart and you’ll find you way home No need to walk through the valley alone Just search and you’ll find the Angel Divine And love from the mountain crest high Just follow the song on the breeze He searched all around as he walked through the town But the sweet voice was nowhere to be found Then the darkness rolled in and he was at again Trying to save the innocent souls of the town He forgot the sweet voice as he followed the noise Of horses and the bandits escape He followed them high through the mountains they climbed Until he caught them at the top near the edge He fought hard and proud and he captured them all His heart beating strong when justice prevailed He was turning around to take them to town When he heard the sweet voice on the breeze It sang, You followed your heart and you found your way home No need to return to the darkness of valley again You searched and you found your Angel Divine And the love that was sent down from me Now follow the song on the breeze He sent the prisoners away with the Deputy Shane He said he won’t be walking the dark streets anymore The voice on the breeze has called out to me From this place where my soul is at peace He turned then to see the voice from the breeze And the love in his sweet Angels eyes

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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