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The sun climbs the hill with a fresh golden smile
We rise with the morning and walk for a while
We build on the love that we carry along
We laugh with the wind and we hum a new song
The clouds in the morning are silver and blue
We sing to the sky like we know what to do
The plans in our pockets are written by hand
We follow the maps that we draw in the sand
The clock on the wall keeps on counting the day
The river outside runs its usual way
We count all the days by the people we hold
We share what we've got and we never feel old
The clock on the wall keeps on counting the day
The river outside runs its usual way
We keep on the path and we learn how to bend
We start every morning with strength from a friend
The clouds in the morning are silver and blue
We sing to the sky like we know what to do
The plans in our pockets are written by hand
We follow the maps that we draw in the sand
The clock on the wall keeps on counting the day
The river outside runs its usual way
We count all the days by the people we hold
We share what we've got and we never feel old
The clock on the wall keeps on counting the day
The river outside runs its usual way
We keep on the path and we learn how to bend
We start every morning with strength from a friend
