The lakes and pines, they bleed of beauty and grace
And the rivers, they run wild like an endless race
The forests soar so high then fall to the sea
As the church bells ring and sing in harmony…
And it’s times like these we can’t replace
It’s times like these we must embrace
And even though it’s bittersweet and brings us to our knees
It makes us who we are in times like these…
And the rivers, they run wild like an endless race
The forests soar so high then fall to the sea
As the church bells ring and sing in harmony…
And it’s times like these we can’t replace
It’s times like these we must embrace
And even though it’s bittersweet and brings us to our knees
It makes us who we are in times like these…
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