, flute, mandolin, bass and vocal. Susie W-T.: Flute solo. Janet Williamson: Organ. Strings in the earth and the air make music sweet strings by the
Translation: Williamson, Robin. Strings In The Earth And The Air.
We're all still here, no one has gone away Waiting, acting much too well and procrastinating The cross of the earth, the four winds point them Body to
Breathing, all creatures are Brighter then than brightest star You are by far You come right inside of me Close as you can be You kiss my blood and the
Water, water, see the water flow Glancing, dancing, see the water flow O wizard of changes, water, water, water Dark or silvery mother of life Water,
It brings a tear Into my eyes When I begin To realize I've cried so much Since you've been gone I guess I'm drowning in my own tears I sit and cry Just
Feel it comin' in the air And the screams from everywhere I'm addicted to the thrill It's a dangerous love affair Can't be scared when it goes down Got
1, 2, 3 Check this out, listen to me, listen Life is tricky I'm picky baby, but I just spotted you Doin' your thing, g-string, shoe string point of
horns I never saw your evil start You used to be what I would live for But then you went and slapped my heart The promises that you promised are about as real as an air
, ring, hear them sing Soon it will be Christmas day City sidewalks, busy sidewalks Dressed in holiday style In the air there's a feeling of Christmas (In the air
he won't throw a crumb to you you think someday he'll come to you better forget him, him with his nose in the air he has you dancin on a string break
saw a shining spider web Spider web, spider web Spider web in Ray Charles' head I dreamed about Ray Charles last night He took me flying in the air
you at all my fellas in the back were you at if you don't care like we don't care put your motherfucking cups in the air hey ho I like dat hey ho I like
him. Forget him. He's got his nose in the air. He's got his nose in the air. He'll have you dancing on a string. A puppet on a string. Break it and he
in this world that bite Instead of a dentured ocelot on a leash, I'd rather be a kite And be tied to the end of your string and flying in the air, baby
Death was everywhere In the air and in the sounds Coming off the mounds of Bolton's Ridge Ooh, death's anchorage When you rolled a smoke or told a joke
air force ones Stompin' in my air force ones I said "Give me two pairs I need two pairs" So I can get to stompin' in my air force ones Stompin' in my air
