river whispering again a sweet lullaby Please crack the matches, watch me consume I learn how to fly, the sun didn't pass by If the frame falls down
of the wind? How high does the sicamore grow? If you cut it down then you'll never know And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon For
of the wind How high does the sycamore grow If you cut it down then you'll never know And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon For whether
our home If we destroy Mother Earth, then where will we go? Are you food for the Moon? Or are you in the mood for doom? Furniture moves when I walk into
of the wind How high will the sycamore grow? If you cut it down, then you'll never know And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon For
the wind? How high does the sycamore grow? If you cut it down, then you'll never know And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon For
they belong\" But I think somewhere before all of the choirs Revised each so-called resolute right Ten thousand times A blue moon and nude sky Had made too many cry
, it picks you up and spins you round, Sits you right back down where you belong. Love is like tha April rain that makes the harvest grow And when it grows
had Every night I lay down the creed - to kill My heart and soul are so sad I will follow you wherever you go Till moon and stars where wild roses grow
the old Shakin? Stevens He says I resemble like the old Steptoe He sits down slow but quick sniff up the blow Reminisce about beans and how we all do grow
surround [Verse 3:] Make songs, the moody took you dead wrong Wrong or right, I fight for the morning light Catch sight of this child of the wild moon
(Mickey Newbury) I'm gonna plant me some seed Grow me an ocean Cut me some trees And build me an island Stand on the corner Flag down a streetcar Go
happy or sad Listen my angel babies My angels from above You are my everything and So for you it's all my love Mama don't cry But I cry because I love
Words tend to take time to cry then grow Moments should be cherished and shared before she goes Window winds welcome with love that always flows Fingers
mean anything at all I'm here for you; all you gotta do is ask man I'm here for you, in the same way that you're here for me Each person in an intricate
ll be no sun to shine No country wins a war, the grass won't grow the same The moon won't shine at night and there's a losing fight Nobody wins a war
