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Lord, may I be where my heart lives
Where stars snow upon mountain curves
Where yaks and goats dart across the field
Searching for the highland herbs

Where morning wakens the golden sun
Blushing at the beauty hill
A holy prayer a baby learns
As he yawns for the world to feel

Brothers take cattle to graze
Laughing through the forest trees
Following the water ways
Cuddling with the mountain breeze

Papa takes to city near
Milk of yak, curds and cheese
To buy those dolls for sister dear
Lord, may I go with papa please?

In the dusk then friends gather
Searching pretty girls to tease
Who come to fetch spring water
Would smile in shy so no one sees

And at night a mother sings
Ancient hymn of moon and stars
A baby in her lap then dreams
Of a land he lived so far.