(verse 1)
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Lord, I've never lived where churches grow,
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I loved creation better as it stood,
That day you finished it so long ago,
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And looked upon your work and called it good,
(verse 2)
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I know that others find you in the light,
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That sifted down through tinted window panes,
And yet I seem to feel you near tonight
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In this dim, quiet starlight on the plains,
(verse 3)
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I thank you, Lord, that I'm placed so well,
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That you've made my freedom so complete,
That I'm no slave to whistle, clock or bell,
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Nor weak eyed prisoner of Wall Street,
(verse 4)
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Just let me live my life as I've begun,
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And give me work that's open to the sky,
Make me a partner of the wind and sun,
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And I won't ask a life that's soft or high,
(verse 5)
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Let me be easy on the man that's down,
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Let me be square and generous with all,
I'm careless sometimes, Lord, when I'm in town,
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But never let 'em say I'm mean or small,