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Sonia Johnson - Hidden Places Lyrics




Let him go away to his favorite dream
Let the children play along an endless stream
He can feel that simple little things turn to gold
A bird, a branch, a seed,
Yellow dots on the road
A field of corn so bright under the sun

So find what heals your soul
And choose what turns to gold
Going back to search the stones
You left behind on your way home
Come to the secret hidden places we call love.

Let him go astray if the need may be
Let the children shout and see what he should see
He knows that simple things turn to gold
So run, have fun, beyond
All those limitations
The world imposed on your expression

Go and get yourself a life
That means more than what you hide
Going back to search the stones
Scattered around to build your home
Just play in the secret hidden places we call love.

Won't you run away to your favorite dream
Be like the children who play along an endless stream
And just as the simple little things turn to gold
Treasures, unfolds and shine
Over the fears and doubts
That growing old forced in your path

So find what heals your soul
And choose what can turn into gold
Stop throwing all the stones
Find ways to make yourself a home
Rest in the secret hidden places we call love.
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Let him go away to his favorite dream
Let the children play along an endless stream
He can feel that simple little things turn to gold
A bird, a branch, a seed,
Yellow dots on the road
A field of corn so bright under the sun

So find what heals your soul
And choose what turns to gold
Going back to search the stones
You left behind on your way home
Come to the secret hidden places we call love.

Let him go astray if the need may be
Let the children shout and see what he should see
He knows that simple things turn to gold
So run, have fun, beyond
All those limitations
The world imposed on your expression

Go and get yourself a life
That means more than what you hide
Going back to search the stones
Scattered around to build your home
Just play in the secret hidden places we call love.

Won't you run away to your favorite dream
Be like the children who play along an endless stream
And just as the simple little things turn to gold
Treasures, unfolds and shine
Over the fears and doubts
That growing old forced in your path

So find what heals your soul
And choose what can turn into gold
Stop throwing all the stones
Find ways to make yourself a home
Rest in the secret hidden places we call love.
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Writer: Mark Haynes, Sonia Johnson, Stephen Johnston
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), Évangeline/APEM


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