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Yet it isn’t the gold that I’m wantingSo much as just finding the gold.It’s the great, big, broad land ‘way up yonder,It’s the forests where silence has lease;It’s the beauty that thrills me with wonder,It’s the stillness that fills me with peace.
Yet it isn’t the gold that I’m wantingSo much as just finding the gold.It’s the great, big, broad land ‘way up yonder,It’s the forests where silence has lease;It’s the beauty that thrills me with wonder,It’s the stillness that fills me with peace.
