Now I'm down in the valley and that mountain looks high
But I'm getting a grip and I'll lift toward the sky
I've just got one question as my own knees I bend
Lord, are you ready to lift on your end?
Well, here goes, Lord, I'm lifting-I've counted to three
And it sounds like an earthquake as that mountain breaks free;
Now I'm just hanging on as it sails through the air
Get ready, ocean, we're sending it there.
Written by Mac Wilkey
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