me so proud to be the hating tree my arms out-stretched - they will withstand most everything now there is a new me so sad to be the hating tree
Is she in the heavens? Mother earth give birth to death Love is the seed of life Hate is the tree of death It is now this tree stands tall I kneel beside
(feat. Rascal Flatts & Victor Wooten) Goodbye summer - I hate to see you go; I wasn't ready for the Autumn wind to blow. So lonely. We had a fine
Goodbye summer, I hate to see you go I wasn't ready for the autumn wind to blow So lonely We had a fine time holding hands in June Warm in the sunshine
can?t express the joy of encountering you with words So we smile, sing about the vividly passing autumn in do-re-mi Turn our backs on winter, wait for the sunlight streaming through trees
past the marbles in the clearing beneath the geese in flight to the darkening river in the autumn light where it touches down oh like a great bird landing tears of autumn
I try to hate you Betty But I can't 'Cause you closed the greatest of doors And the leaves are starting to fall from the trees again And I remember when And autumn
good, I have no fear, Nor no one should. The woods are just trees, The trees are just wood. I sort of hate to ask it, But do you have a basket? Into
what lonesome is Lonesome is a little boy lost in a crowd a telephone ringing in an empty house Lonesome is an autumn leave that first falls from its tree
As we walk together through the autumn, nearing winter Through the dying leaves and trees we call our home and native land You say you don't believe a
the brink of paradise Grinning winds of hate unfurled Dash towers tall that grip the sun Talons stretch her veil Reclamation, our time has come Autumn
the brink of paradise Grinning winds of hate unfurled Dash towers tall that grip the sun Talons stretch her veil Reclamation, our time has come... Autumn
tonight, like embracing lovers Its gentle solace warms me with its light As giant trees shed their tears before my path, soft colours of cool Autumn nights
what lonesome is Lonesome is a little boy standing in a crowd a telephone ringing in an empty house Lonesome is an autumn leave that first falls from its tree
past the marbles in the clearing beneath the geese in flight to the darkening river in the autumn light where it touches down oh, like a great bird landing tears of autumn
enslaver of throneless heaven I burn with hate consumed by autumn's call feel the fires burn and come burn with me! the autumn burning graves lord dis
(feat. Rascal Flatts & Victor Wooten) Goodbye summer - I hate to see you go; I wasn't ready for the Autumn wind to blow. So lonely. We had a fine time
