All words and music by Herb Williams
c 1999 Alabaster Praise
There’s a place that you can go,
Where the world can stop its spinning,
Where the morning’s softness nears,
And the days take more than years,
To Flee.
There’s a place that you can go,
Where your dreams can cease their slumbering,
Wrestling chains that have them bound,
And struggling to be found,
And free.
Chorus:
We can soar over high mountain
reaches,
And sail across shimmering seas,
We can dance on the star sparkled
beaches,
As the wind whispers songs,
Through the trees.
There’s a place that you can go,
Where failures never follow,
To leave the past so far behind,
With a heart that tightly binds,
The key.
Chorus:
We can soar over high mountain
reaches,
And sail across shimmering seas,
We can dance on the star sparkled
beaches,
As the wind whispers songs,
Through the trees.
There’s a place that you can go,
Where your fears will never find you,
Where the doubts can not betray,
And the tears too far away,
To see.
That place is me.
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