Stonecutters made them from stones Chosen specially for you and I Who will live inside The mountaineers gathered tender Piled high In which to take along
I must be careful now in my steps Years of calculations and the stress My science is waiting, nearly complete One glass will last for nearly a week
No-one seems to be around today They must've all gone off without me again I think I'll head home Maybe I'll find them gathered 'round my doorstep Oh
Did you ever want to be overrun by bandits; to hand over all of your things and start over new? while we were out hunting for food our house was being
In this camp there's one who delights me Brings me afternoon tea then she leaves me When they're climbing over the sea She helps to keep our strength
It covers the roadways it covers the hillsides it covers the houses it covers the frozen pines we had the snowfall to run all the rations dry when we
I saw she was living under some branches i saw she was happy in her circumstances i also live under branches i'd rather not live in these places in these
My young bride, Why are your shoulders like that of a tired old woman? Like a tired old woman? My young bride, why are your fingers like that of the
Oh, let me inside, let me inside, not to wait Let all that run through the fields through the quiet, Go on with their, own with their own hidden ways
Yes, I'm sorry that I missed you I'm sorry that I missed you when there's no one there to greet you I'm sorry that I missed you you're always chasing
He was a great balloon maker the balloons were never known for speed there's no way you'll get sweet you asked me to waste some time come out to see
Bring with you a photograph machine one for anabel and one for me we walked to see the crowd that gathered there ontown square a big parade the flutes
I untied all the rope lines I gathered all our things and placed them beside me you never arrived and I got worried you never arrived and I was troubled
I will wear the sun, Ancient light through these woods, Woods that I walk through alone I will take my rest With all creatures who dwell, Under the smallest
I'm tired of being here On this hill No-one lives to be three hundered years Like the way it used to be I think they were giants I think they were giants
He tried to escape once in a balloon. x2 on the foggiest day he decided not to stay. the ground below held his life not long ago. and through the fog
Particle separation room is made without windows they say its because someone might break in and take whatever they chose and making kingfish pies takes
I'm mr. amateur on the freeway with a cupcake nd i couldn't fly and i couldn't make where to go so i stood alone with dirty face from cupcakes in the
