The sky is large enough
There's room for clouds to pass
Fields of golden rod
And bending willow
This is home to me
These worn paths I have made
The lark can't sing a song
That's not familiar
CHORUS - There's no longing in my soul
No distant calling I hear
The world is still and at the moment
It's enough just to be here
Sometimes I drift into
The comfort of silence
And all I take with me
Is your hand in my hand
CHORUS

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