Lying here in this flower meadow Feeling free Hovering on a cloud Worries vanished Looking down on These people Do they deserve This grief All those
Over in the meadow By the big shaddy tree Stood a spotted mother cow And her spotted babies three Moo said the mother Moo moo said the three
(Instrumental) In April weather when the meadow was bloomin' we walk together to the top of the hill upon the clover when the meadow was bloomin
I recognized I was far Far from my home Further from her smile Not sure if I would return Or just lay down and die As I stood in Phaedra?s Meadow Well
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Through the years, like feuding clans We often had our wars Anger and frustration For one is like the other Through the tears, like water running From
of oak and moss most innocently The sedentary song describes our willingness to lie Between your red and golden skin most innocently Together like two meadows
I don't ask why, I just fall into the meadow I close my eyes , and wait to die Yes, I am a liar Yes, I am a sinner Please forgive my broken soul But
On a warm summer day you'll find him there, relaxing in the shadows, tapping his toe, under a tree, down in Kangarooster Meadows. K-A-N-GAROOSTER M-
Heaven knows I aint no genious ive been further down and broke ask anyone whos ever seen us and you would think i just struck gold (no chord) (chorus
One day little Billy said ?momma, where?s my dad?? Fightin? back the tears she said ?I knew one day you?d ask? She walked him down the hallway, to a
I spent my life savings on a cozy little farm 20 miles out of town It came equipped with a broken down fence and a half breed blue tick hound Well i
Childhood games Woods and lakes Streams of silver Toys of olden days Meadows of heaven The flowers of wonder And the hidden treasures In the meadow
Icy wind of night be gone, this is not your domain in the sky a bird was heard to cry misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds be like the
Desolate October grief Falls heavy like boulders of decay Upon crestfallen life which soon Is to be gone And as the days go by All living seems to die
Fallen from grace My soul's grown old Birds are dying as fading light draws last mourning beam Across the hillside Dark moors lay cold And quiet this
This troubled waters burden is Drawning me tonight Of narrow straits of pain and hell Is oceans in my sight Remains of hope wail feeble Death in quiet