Lyrics

Sittin' high on a hillside takin' in all the growth Time to throw away my problems Cause I made 'em up myself So I took all those worries, put 'em up on a shelf And headed on down to the sea shore Clouds slowly passin' as I walked on the sand I picked up a seashell and I made up my plan I could feel the spirit of life in my hand As I reached my destiny Whoa ho ho ho oh oh oh whoa I feel free Whoa ho ho ho oh oh oh whoa Where I can have my own space I walked on the beach in the early morn I ran on the sand till I could breathe no more I stood on a rock looking out at the sea And believed what I said when I said I feel free Whoa ho ho ho oh oh oh whoa I feel free Whoa ho ho ho oh oh oh whoa Where I can have my own space
Writer(s): Jason Cooper, B. Winkleman, Bob Winkelman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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