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Andrew Peterson Counting Stars

It's so easy to cash in these chips on my shoulders So easy to loose this old tongue like a tiger It's easy to let all this bitterness smolder Just to

Somewhere along the Scottish coast And emerald island lies And I will steer my sailing boat Unto the Isle of Skye The weather's always changing From

I was nineteen, you were twenty-one The year we got engaged Everyone said we were much too young But we did it anyway We bought our rings for forty each

Come climb the hill with me Come and be still with me Come watch the sun sink away If you will with me Come watch the garden grow Down by the gravel

I can see the storm descending on the hill tonight Tall trees are bending to your will tonight Let the mighty bow down At the thundering sound of your

If you'll step inside this great glass elevator It'll take us up above the city lights To where the planet curves away to the equator I want to show you