Becky, Huck and Tom, running along the muddy banks, singing pirate songs
Arabs and elephants I can see, these old ways are best for me
three candles lay and a nickel paid, dirty clothes and forced to pray
oath of robbers, we’ll never tell, I choose to ignore these dinner bells
Arabs and elephants I can see, ain’t no matter, best for me
With the wind and bending reeds, the flowering grass and scattered weeds
where the clouds pause when passing by, only lend their beauty to the sky
……. My heart grows fond in deepest bliss, love embrace the wilderness
In the distance I can hear some birds, the silence broken by their song
my sprit knows, I can’t put in words, how my soul knows it belongs
……. My heart grows fond in deepest bliss, love embrace the wilderness
Above where leaves dance on the tree and upon the birds their wings
seems these songs are sung just for me, sounds that say a thousand things
……. My heart grows fond in deepest bliss, love embrace the wilderness
Of my soul in these veins of air, another breath in nature’s song
death by inches, when I’m not there, how my soul knows it belongs
……. My heart grows fond in deepest bliss, love embrace the wilderness
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