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A tree is growing in the woods,
A home is being built for some one.
And when a child's being good,
You can bet it's done for someone.
Of thee I sing,
Of Truth And Things.
The sun comes out to greet the Spring,
And Life begins anew again.
A brand new Mother greets her child,
the World stands up upon it's end.
Of thee I sing,
Of truth and things.
A child lives, A star is Shinning.
Someone has heard, and now someone is crying.
A whistling wind that sounds like angels.
Calls to someone, maybe me.
A single tear drop floods the room,
A tiny rain drop floods the sea.
Copyright 2000 GWM ASCAP Words and Music by Gandalf T. Grey |
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