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My Help Is in the Mountain

My help is in the mountain
Where I take myself to heal
The earthly wounds
That people give to me.

I find a rock with sun on it
And a stream where the water runs gentle
And the trees which one by one give me company

So I must stay for a long time
Until I have grown from the rock.

And the stream is running through me
And I can not tell myself from one tall tree.

Then I know that nothing touches me
Nor make me run away.

My help is in the mountain
That I take away with me.

Words by Nancy Wood.