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Land of the Long White Cloud
protective mountains and dreaming rivers, rippling seas and serene lakes
land of beauty......land of my forbears......land of my heart
Aotearoa......taku turangawaewae
New Zealand
Wonderous Stories
I awoke this morning
Love laid me down by a river
Drifting I turned on upstream
Bound for my forgiver
In the giving of my eyes to see your face
Sound did silence me leaving no trace
I beg to leave
To hear your wonderous stories
Beg to hear your wonderous stories
He spoke of lands not far
Or lands they were in his mind
Of fusion captured high
Where reason captured his time
In no time at all he took me to the gate
In haste I quickly checked the time
If I was late I had to leave
To hear your wonderous stories
Had to hear your wonderous stories
Hearing your wonderous stories
Hearing your wonderous stories
It is no lie I can see deeply into the future
Imagine everything you're close
And were you there to stand
So cautiously at first and then so high
As he spoke my spirit climbed into the sky
I bid it to return
To hear your wonderous stories
Return to hear your wonderous stories
Jon Anderson
My Symphony
To live content with small means, to seek elegance
rather than luxury and refinement rather than fashion.
To be worthy, not respectable, wealthy, not rich,
to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly.
To listen to stars and birds, to infants and sages
with open heart, to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely.
Await occasions, hurry never. In a word, to let the spiritual,
unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common.
This is to be my symphony.
William Channing
Where The Streets Have No Name
I want to run, I want to hide
I want to tear down the walls that hold me inside
I want to reach out and touch the flame
Where the streets have no name
I want to feel sunlight on my face
See the dust disappear without a trace
I want to take shelter from the poison rain
Where the streets have no name
The city's aflood and our love turns to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Trampled in dust. I'll show you
A place high on a desert plain
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We're still building, then burning down love
Burning down love and when I go there
I go there with you. It's all I can do
Bono
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