wonderland |
We go, into wild animal
Homes and trails
We turn, into the trees that burn
Every day
Wonderland is your home
And you hear it call, every day
Go down and stay
In the old words the sermon says
Go dow...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Aug 2008 03:28:00 GMT |
hunting horn |
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I've let those animals out again
And the seeds are poisoned dead
Now their furry mouths fill with enemi...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Aug 2008 03:27:00 GMT |
trumpet vine |
If you a trumpet vine for me
If you a trumpet vine
If you a trumpet vine for me
Grown in places out of reach
When birds and sailors watch from sea
If you a trumpet vine for me
I came to see
A ...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Aug 2008 03:27:00 GMT |
the roots. the moon. the sea. |
Well we won't grow up like weeds
While the moon tells us when to grow
And we won't blow on the seas
With the kings we thought we would know
Who got you through the night
When the night got yo...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Aug 2008 03:24:00 GMT |
