I know of a place


I know of a place

I know of a place
where a cool spring runs
far in the mountains
far from the sun
I go there sometimes
to lie by the spring
far in the mountains
where no voices ring
I know of a place
where the spring meets a bend
where the water is warmed
by the sun light let in
I know of a place
where a cool spring runs
far in the mountains
far from the sun.

By Dan Runyan

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