Away,
To where I have the world all to myself,
With a wind of grace and a sun of gold,
Where grass flows and the creek glows
Where my spirit can climb,
And fleeting moments turn into time.
Away,
To where I have the world all to myself,
With a wind of grace and a sun of gold,
Where grass flows and the creek glows
Where my spirit can climb,
And fleeting moments turn into time.
