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CLIMBING UP THE STAIRS

At five o'clock in the morning, shadows are on the wall.
A little light is dawning. It shimmers in the hall.
I know that in fields above, stars are everywhere.
I remember hope and love, climbing up the Stairs.

Chorus
Climbing up the Stairs. Reaching for the Sun.
Watching for the Stars, when the day is done.
Waiting for the Sunrise, to wash away Night's cares.
Listening for the drummer,
climbing up the Stairs.

In the silence I hear ticking; whirr of things we've made.
Noises of the city seem to flow and fade.
The lonely drummer is drumming. A pulse beats in my ear.
Awakening is coming, climbing up the Stairs.

Chorus
Climbing up the Stairs. Reaching for the Sun.
Watching for the Stars, when the day is done.
Waiting for the Sunrise, to wash away Night's cares.
Listening for the drummer,
climbing up the Stairs.

Sun and Sea and Starlight; Wind that enfolds us all;
memory of the Far Light,is running down the hall !
Like a child in fields of Summer, chasing butterflies through the air,
I follow the lonely drummer, climbing up the Stairs.

Chorus
Climbing up the Stairs. Reaching for the Sun.
Watching for the Stars, when the day is done.
Waiting for the Sunrise, to wash away Night's cares.
Another day is coming,
climbing up the Stairs.

( © 1998 - "Future Folk" Music - Betty Curtis )
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