Where the Sun Dances
Once upon a time
A road less traveled by
Led me to this land
I saw her majesty
Her human quality
It takes you by the hand
So raw and primitive
I feel the magic in the air
Where the sun dances on the mountain tops
The river rushes through these trees
It's the smell of nature as it fills your lungs
And the joy of simple things
Like the careful movement of an artist's hand
Or a song that warms your soul
It's the Outlaw Spirit in the open land
There are stories to be told
Where the sun dances
Beyond the boundaries
Countless discoveries
Tales of adventure await
And as the seasons change
The sets are rearranged
Brings new life to the play
So raw and primitive
I feel the magic in the air
Where the sun dances on the mountain tops
The river rushes through these trees
It's the smell of nature as it fills your lungs
And the joy of simple things
Like the careful movement of an artist's hand
Or a song that warms your soul
It's the Outlaw Spirit in the open land
There are stories to be told
Where the sun dances
Where the sun dances
Beyond the boundaries
Countless discoveries
Where the sun dances on the mountain tops
The river rushes through these trees
It's the smell of nature as it fills your lungs
And the joy of simple things
Like the careful movement of an artist's hand
Or a song that warms your soul
It's the Outlaw Spirit in the open land
There are stories to be told
Where the sun dances
A road less traveled by
Led me to this land
I saw her majesty
Her human quality
It takes you by the hand
So raw and primitive
I feel the magic in the air
Where the sun dances on the mountain tops
The river rushes through these trees
It's the smell of nature as it fills your lungs
And the joy of simple things
Like the careful movement of an artist's hand
Or a song that warms your soul
It's the Outlaw Spirit in the open land
There are stories to be told
Where the sun dances
Beyond the boundaries
Countless discoveries
Tales of adventure await
And as the seasons change
The sets are rearranged
Brings new life to the play
So raw and primitive
I feel the magic in the air
Where the sun dances on the mountain tops
The river rushes through these trees
It's the smell of nature as it fills your lungs
And the joy of simple things
Like the careful movement of an artist's hand
Or a song that warms your soul
It's the Outlaw Spirit in the open land
There are stories to be told
Where the sun dances
Where the sun dances
Beyond the boundaries
Countless discoveries
Where the sun dances on the mountain tops
The river rushes through these trees
It's the smell of nature as it fills your lungs
And the joy of simple things
Like the careful movement of an artist's hand
Or a song that warms your soul
It's the Outlaw Spirit in the open land
There are stories to be told
Where the sun dances
Credits
Writer(s): Weston Whitman
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