Flatlands

I see her walkin' down the street What does it matter to me I can wonder who she might be What does it matter to me Is there someone who She could be runnin' to She's gonna do what she's gonna do What does it matter to me Seems she's everywhere I loo

Sweetly flows the water from the mountain Softly falls the rain upon the leaves Gently blows the breeze among the cedars Quietly my heart is on its knees. How could anything in all creation Be more beautiful than all I see With it all my heart is not