Moving Mountains (Justin Hayward)
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% The cool of the evening, the strange unknown of the night
The gift of tomorrow, the friends we've left far behind
The wind on the water, seems to whisper soft in my ear
The warmth of the morning, the graceful bird in its flight
The ones we remember, their love will live in our minds
The call of the ocean, across the waves I can hear
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Well don't be afraid of the world, let me take you by the hand
Well, don't turn around don't look back, let me take you by the hand
Don't be afraid of the world, let me take you by the hand
We can move mountains (1) Go #
Cause the sands of time, are on our side
Put your hand in mine, let our fortunes ride
We'll sail away, on a wave of love
Let the four winds blow, from heaven above (1) Go %(3)
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