Oh the trees grow higher than the mountains

In the land of free love and goodbye

The river's ever flowing, fishing growing

And the god i love loves me.



In the sky rides a gleam of white horses

And the glimmer clean in your eye

The bird of dawn is bringing

The simpleness of singing

And the god i love loves me.



Oh the trees grow higher than the mountains

In the land of free love and goodbye

The river's ever flowing, fishing growing

And the god i love loves me.



And the sun lies all around

And everything is as it must be

And winter lies underground

And the god i love loves me.


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