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It's Nearly Paradise

The mountain keeps its snow
Like whitest linen
The lake holds every cloud
Like in a dream
A river threads the valley
Winding slowly
And pine tree branches lean
Above the stream.

I could name this place
A perfect miracle
But one small truth
Won't let me call it home

It’s nearly paradise
The water and the pines
Blue sky laid gently
Over every grassy hill
But all this quiet beauty
Falls a little short
Because you’re not here
Beside me still
It’s nearly paradise
The world in perfect time
The river finding its way
Through the green
But heaven has one empty
Space in it
The place where you should
Always have been

The river keeps on running
To the sea
The mountains hold
The morning patiently
This place is almost all
I dreamed it would be
You’re the only part that’s missing
Here with me

Every view
Is almost every thing
I only miss
The one I came to see

It’s nearly paradise
The water and the pines
Blue sky laid gently
Over every grassy hill
But all this quiet beauty
Falls a little short
Because you’re not here
Beside me still
It’s nearly paradise
The world in perfect time
The river finding its way
Through the green
But heaven has one empty
Space in it
The place where you should
Always have been

If I could gather up this whole horizon
The lake, the peaks, the fir trees
Morning air
I’d trade the view for one familiar footstep
If I could only see you
Standing there

It’s nearly paradise
The water and the pines
Blue sky laid gently
Over every grassy hill
But all this quiet beauty
Falls a little short
Because you’re not here
Beside me still
It’s nearly paradise
The world in perfect time
The river finding its way
Through the green
But heaven has one empty
Space in it
The place where you should
Always have been