When I hear the waters roar,
That's where I want to be.
Up where my mind can sail away,
Just where your eyes can see.
Spilling over the rocks and shore
We can drift in quiet company
With the hawks that travel above
Your holding me in your arms.
Beneath him lies the pine and spruce
And the silence of the forest
His company the quiet wilderness
Where the gentle breezes sway
The animals amid slowly through
Something words can not describe.
All fades away as I open my eyes
Your holding me in your arms
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May 16th 2001
