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As the world rushes by on this bus trip I do ride
Going on an adventure to this wild and open land
And what will I find O what will I spy
On this ride
The shield and the trees the snow on fallen leaves
Waterfalls seem to be frozen for all time
Birds in the sky the sun shining high
So high
Well the moss on the pine the crooked dogwood vine
Where the critters build and tend their homes
As we pound down this road O through the hills we go
We go
And the rivers and the lakes are seamless and I take
A breath of fresh air
But now home is calling me and I must take my leave
And head for my own
So I’ll turn one last stone and head toward my home
My adventure is coming to an end
For the weekend is done
And there’s no more time for fun.
For fun
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