CROSS THE PLAINS
THE RIVER RUNS,
DOWN IN THE VALLEY,
THE GRASSES ARE SWAYING
BUT WE STILL EXIST
IN ANOTHER PLACE
RUNNING UNDER COVER
FROM THE RAIN
OH..THE RHYTHM OF MY HEART,
IS BEATING LIKE A DRUM.
WITH THE WORDS I LOVE YOU
ROLLING OFF MY TONGUE
NO NEVER WILL I ROAM
FOR I HAVE FOUND MY PRECIOUS HOME
WHERE THE MOUNTAINS MEET THE SKY
I'LL BE WAITING
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