There Is A Place
There Is A Place~
There is a place that we can go,
Look down at the rocks and the sea,
A place so free...
The wind and the rain know our place well,
The sun, the moon and the stars all tell of its beauty.
Unchanging nature,
There for all time.
We can sit and we can share,
and our words will echo there,
Whispering our secrets,
carried by the breeze,
overheard only by the trees.
We tell our story...
Yes we can talk about the past
but if it's cold then we won't linger.
Find a warm and cosy cafe,
spend some time there sipping dreams,
Happiness flows in tiny streams.
As it builds our river widens,
forces stronger, faster-flowing,
to the sea our river is going.
Join the salty frothing waves,
watch them rolling onto land,
Stand there watching, hand in hand,
marvelling at Nature's way,
Try to find the words to say
how it feels when dreams collide,
mingling in the silvery sky,
find their own place, high in the air
bigger, stronger, floating there...
But Hopes like rain can gently drop,
sliding down our faces slowly,
Wipe away those tiny pearls
hold each other ever-closer
Notes that make a symphony
played by Time eternally.
There is a place that we can go,
Look down at the rocks and the sea,
A place so free...
The wind and the rain know our place well,
The sun, the moon and the stars all tell of its beauty.
Unchanging nature,
There for all time.
We can sit and we can share,
and our words will echo there,
Whispering our secrets,
carried by the breeze,
overheard only by the trees.
We tell our story...
Yes we can talk about the past
but if it's cold then we won't linger.
Find a warm and cosy cafe,
spend some time there sipping dreams,
Happiness flows in tiny streams.
As it builds our river widens,
forces stronger, faster-flowing,
to the sea our river is going.
Join the salty frothing waves,
watch them rolling onto land,
Stand there watching, hand in hand,
marvelling at Nature's way,
Try to find the words to say
how it feels when dreams collide,
mingling in the silvery sky,
find their own place, high in the air
bigger, stronger, floating there...
But Hopes like rain can gently drop,
sliding down our faces slowly,
Wipe away those tiny pearls
hold each other ever-closer
Notes that make a symphony
played by Time eternally.
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