you out an' out You spend the day your way Call it morning driving Through the south In an' out the valley The music, dance and sing They make the children
Princess kept the view While all the servants came and went And the children too Outside in the distance A wild cat did growl Two riders were approachin' And the wind
band out on the highway They're high steppin' into town It's a rainbow full of sound It's fireworks, calliopes and clowns Everybody dancin' C'mon children, c'mon children
his children home. It's the same story the crow told me; it's the only one he knows. Like the morning sun you come and like the wind you go. Ain't
children home It's the same story the crow told me, it's the only one he knows Like the morning sun you come and like the wind you go Ain't no time
We don't own this place, though we act as if we did It's a loan from the children of our children's kids The actual owners haven't even been born yet
've been around They wrote in a letter, life is a whole lot better So pull up your stakes, children and come on down Acadian driftwood, gypsy tail wind
that we'd be together Lord I never meant to do her harm Said she could hear me singin' in the choir Me, I heard another song I caught wind and hit the
fiery light Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li I see you mary in the garden In the garden of a thousand sighs There's holy pictures of our children Dancin
't cry Don't cry It was a dry wind And it swept across the desert And it curled into the circle of birth And the dead sand Falling on the children The
to each other, we don't have to walk alone When everything is broken, we can mend it if we try We can make a world of difference, if we want to we can fly Goodbye little children
that falls in your way You need devotion, bless the children Deliverance from the fruits of evil You need devotion, bless the children Deliverance
find? Built on Mother Earth They were meant to stay Nations bloom today on gifts of yesterday Born of the Earth, are nature's children Fed by the Wind
Think I'm stranded but I don't know where I got this diamond I don't know how to shine In the sun where the dark winds wail And these children leave
These withered hands have dug for a dream Sifted through sand and leftover nightmares Over the hill, a desolate wind Turns shit to gold and blows my soul
and their children Watched us when we went to kill some Wolverines who tried to hide Their babies but the puppies cried No one succeeds If they scatter their seeds Where the wind
getting as close as I can/ As y'all teach me to be a man/ I stand for something that's more grand; The rest of the fam/ Demonous the winds, Abraham brang