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Oh the trees grow higher than the mountains
In the land of free love and goodbye
The river's ever flowing, fishes 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, fishes 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.