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I told them I live in a mountain flower,
In a million blades of grass,
In a stately pine or a twisted fir
High on a windy pass.
I live in the heart of an honest horse,
As he plods his weary way
O’er rocky trails, ‘neath heavy loads
From dawn ‘til the close of day.
I live in a rambling country house
That my dear ones all call home.
I’ll live out here and feel close to God
Happy in this way of life.
In a winding stream or a quiet lake
Close by a mountain high,
Whose timbered slopes and steep, sheer cliffs
Seem to pierce the very sky.

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