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Wild Places (For Caloola)





Peter Cambell
1980  Neworld Media Music Publishing

Silence slips between us, solitude complete
The stillness clear and close as heaven's door
The earth beats out its rhythm, in slow and perfect time
Counterpoint and harmonies, life's melodies entwined
And we fight the battle here where there's time to fall in step
The secrets are still known here, but the secrets never kept in

Chorus:
    Wild places, somewhere we can see the Father's hand
    Wild places, somewhere we can be alone with you
    We need a promised land.

Maybe we'll be wounded in the healing,
It's to be broken to be sure
Can we embrace this strange awakening together?
There's wisdom carved into creation?
The old relationships defined
As forbidding as her truth may be
We'll learn her ways with time
We'll learn to take it as it comes
We can't change faster than we can
Already we're a long way from the children we began

(Chorus)

Woodsmoke rising, faces alive in the firelight
Forsaking the road and making it home to be there tonight
The young making good what they learned in the wood
What they found on the land
Putting dreams back together
Talking it through, reaching out for the hand

And there's a moment caught suspended
Communion borne between our eyes
Our vision clears its golden flight ascending
And we have seen what we have come for
And we will some day see again
But we have climbed into the mountains
So we must climb back down till then
But we'll take it as it is; crazy with love and disbelief
At the magic of your morning
The wilderness, the peace of 

(Chorus)

...somewhere we can Touch the Father's hand....

We need a promised land.