Summer on the Westhill
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From my seat I see the fields move by,
coulours strong- it's been a long, long time.
It's the first time I see Summer on the Westhill.
I lean back and let my eyes just go
floating now where they want to float.
They seem to take to the horizon.
Now I know there is a world beyond
the small place I was coming from.
I feel at home here
in the middle of nowhere.
I will never know the names
of these places that I travel through
to reach the coastline.
I've been told I will be there in time.
Please oceancloud,
let there be no storm on the crossing below.
Please oceancloud,
let there be no storm on the crossing below.
Please oceancloud,
let there be no storm on the crossing below.
Please oceancloud,
let there be no storm on the crossing below.
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