I was a small boy dreamer,
the city life was all I knew
The bright light was my only hope
By their love, oh, my spirit grew
My mom led us to the country
Where the golden fields would glow
Under heavens wide and endless
Found a place where I could grow
I work the land of planted dreams,
His grace the harvest shows.
Longing for that special place,
Where beauty fills the air,
Where harmony surrounds me,
Oh, lead me back to the pure,
where all my dreams come true.
Heav en's touch, no fear, just love,
Transformation clear and bright,
all visions shining through.
It was time to leave that golden scene
To chase what felt so real
City lights and growth abundant
Yet the pure I always feel
Thank God for loving friends
Who shared such pure ideals
After all the great success that life drew
me back to a place called home
Back to rustling pines on lakes,
Memor ies of all dreams fulfilled
Longing for that special place
where beauty fills the air,
where har mony surrounds me,
and peace beyond compare.
Oh, I am back in the pure,
where all my dreams come true.
Heavens touch, no fear, just love,
Transformation clear and bright,
all visions shining through
Oh, I am back in the pure
All my dreams come true, oh
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