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03/09/2009 |
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3. | Ave Maria |
4. | Annie's Song |
5. | A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square |
6. | Mother Of God, Here I Stand |
7. | Shenandoah |
8. | Brahm's Lullaby |
9. | Calon Lân |
10. | How Can I Keep From Singing |
11. | Somewhere |
12. | The Way Old Friends Do |
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"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me....
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see.
T'was Grace that taught...
my heart to fear.
And Grace, my fears relieved.
How precious did that Grace appear...
the hour I first believed.
Through many dangers, toils and snares...
we have already come.
T'was Grace that brought us safe thus far...
and Grace will lead us home.
The Lord has promised good to me...
His word my hope secures.
He will my shield and portion be...
as long as life endures.
When we've been here ten thousand years...
bright shining as the sun.
We've no less days to sing God's praise...
then when we've first begun.
"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me....
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see.
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When shadows descend
And I see now end
When my hope is gone
And I donґt belong
Somewhere in my mind
I reach out
The river of light
If I close my eyes
A river of light
Flows down through my heart
And shines in the dark
The music begins
I hear violins
The orchestra plays it's amazing
It carries me away
The stars are on fire
And heavenly choirs
Sing out from above
My heart fills with love
The world is a song
The magic is strong
The melody twirls
And it swirls as it carries me along
Round round round
Spin me faster
Ever faster
Cross the floor
As we dance the dance that I adore
Round round round
Ever flowing
Ever growing
Can you feel it too?
It's The River of light inside of you
I see you in dreams
Of shimmering streams
We dance until dawn
'Til a new day is born
As we leave the floor
The world's as before
The moment is gone
But the song carries on for ever more
And the song carries on for ever more
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A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square |
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Mother Of God, Here I Stand |
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How Can I Keep From Singing |
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