Wood Nymph
Walk on Tara
Stop with me and gaze
At flowers in the wild.
See the beauty in danger
And sit with me awhile.
Smell the fresh-turned soil,
Hear the whisper of the wind,
Walk quietly down this road
And gently turn the bend.
See the magic of the moment
And a glimpse of something there.
Life goes on at Tara.
Freedom rings loud and clear.
Stand in reverence and awe
At the beauty of this place.
Surrounded in nature's forest
I can see our Master's face.
Share now these memories with me
As you blot your tears away.
I leave my legacy of love and strength
To all who need to stay.
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At flowers in the wild.
See the beauty in danger
And sit with me awhile.
Smell the fresh-turned soil,
Hear the whisper of the wind,
Walk quietly down this road
And gently turn the bend.
See the magic of the moment
And a glimpse of something there.
Life goes on at Tara.
Freedom rings loud and clear.
Stand in reverence and awe
At the beauty of this place.
Surrounded in nature's forest
I can see our Master's face.
Share now these memories with me
As you blot your tears away.
I leave my legacy of love and strength
To all who need to stay.
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Walk on Tara
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