Take me where the willows meet the highway
Take me where the wind whispers my dreams
Take me on a walk for a while away
Take me to the other side of the stream
I'm in a land made of water
I'm on a lake made of reeds
And as the aspen shimmers I sort a
Know a change of scene is what I need
They cut heaven out of the skyway
They put it down on a lake of green
And if you are ever going my way
You'll know exactly what I mean
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