Give me the endless pastures
And lazy rolling hills
Give me the dreamy clouds above
In a blue so vast and still
Give me the trees' cool shadows
A stained glass room made of leaves
Give me the flowers' dances
A joyous waltz in the breeze
Give me the birds' sweet voices
Their chorus filling the skies
Give me the stars and fireflies
Their light filling my eyes
Give me your hand to hold
And your heart close to my own
Thank God for simple pleasures
His love and mercy made known
All that I have is borrowed
I can't call them my own
Thank God for simple pleasures
His love and mercy made known
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