A meditative song, a tribute to wonderful places in nature.

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Walking On Holy Ground

Up in the mountains, I can hear the only sound,
of sparkling spring water. I’m walking on holy ground.

Far away from city, out in no mans land.
Where the indians once chased the buffaloes.
Where the miners found gold in the river sand

Up in the mountains…

In the early morning light. We do the meditation.
Uplifted in a field so bright. A kind of transformation.

Up in the mountains…

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From the CD Music For Freedom. Buy it here or on iTunes