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Chris Rice Run The Earth Watch The Sky

Circle up, circle up around the throne Old and young, saints of every history Great and small angels are and seraphim Grab a hand, twirl a dance, circle

Take a little trip with me back to Junior High Set the time machine to 1975 We'd just found out that momma's gonna have another kid Back in the 8th grade

I felt the river wash me clean and dried beneath the sun And to this day believing I'm wide awake or dreaming Scan the ancient sky and understand where

On the surface not a ripple Undercurrent wages war Quiet in the sanctuary Sin is crouching at my door How can I be so prone to wander So prone to leave

How far are You? How close am I? I know Your words are true and I don't feel them inside Still I believe You'll never leave So where are You now? You

Take a little trip with me back to junior high Set the time machine to1975 We just found out that momma?s gonna have another kid Back in the eighth grade

such a biography Nonny Nonny O?delee River washes over me Up for air and carry me away Nonny Nonny O?deligh Run the earth and watch the sky Playing hard

an angel Spare an angel Spare an angel She wanders further in the dark Feels the cold, hears the thunder cry While the rain keeps pouring down Her only answer from the lonely sky

Here I am on the other side of the radio Wondering why I?m here and why anybody cares what I say No, I?m not a better man ?cause I?m singing my songs