Brought up Somewhere Else

With the wings of a dove, here I am and here I come
Is this the right lane I'm on
I see no right, I see no wrong

Ancient are these rolling hills
Aged, brought up somewhere else

With the step of a waltz, feeling low but walking tall
I see a thread running through
Oh how I hope it leads to you
Ancient are these rolling hills
Aged, brought up somewhere else
With the wings of a dove, here I am and here I come



Credits
Writer(s): Brook Dekker, Ruth Emily Dekker
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