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(Marijohn Wilkin) I walked to the whispering forrest Not a man made sound could I hear A pretty sound was playing there Without a sign of fear. I walked alone up to mountain And looked out over the sea I saw an eagle spread his wings In flight so gracefully. I knew that I was walking Where mortal should not trod There on the lonely mountain I stopped and thought of God. I walked through a busy city It was filled by men and steel A young one cries and old one dies Where love and hate are real. I knew that I was walking where Many men had trod There in the busy city I stopped and thought of God... |