Garden Of Man Harmony is in your hand. If we will believe Sweet Promises of fantasy That comes from every land. And we can grow. Grow grow grow Grow grow
I shouted in the air I heard your voice come whispering As tears ran down my face I hope that you've been listening for You are my saving grace There'
Translation: As Divine Grace. Garden Of Tears.
Translation: Seth Lakeman. Garden Of Grace.
grass it did grieve, There's a moment we remember, Its a feeling we face, Take me down to that world of wonder, Into the Garden of Grace There's a tree
You think you're alone there in your silent storm But I've seen the tears you've cried Falling down and trying to drown The flame of hope inside Let
girl by my side, I can see girl right in your eye You ah the real top numba one prize, Miss paradise [Chorus:] Welcome to the Garden of Eden, I call
the world? Forget what we're told Before we get too old Show me a garden That's bursting into life Let's waste time Chasing cars Around our heads I need your grace
the world? Forget what we're told Before we get too old Show me a garden That's bursting into life Let's waste time chasing cars Around our heads I need your grace
of gangreen. Gain the green then exit the scene, with a fine chick who could fill up a pair of jenes. See i'm doing this shit, doing this shit, for magnet, and niggas at Coney Gardens
Jupiter Island is full of pleasures Glowing gardens holding hidden treasures Luminous flowers of yellows and greens Glittering petals that have to be
planted in! Chorus (David Byrne, The Crack Alley Children's Choir & Gift of Gab) People grow in my back yard In my garden, in my heart If you like my garden
of the storm cloud... Roughage in a comradeship and conversations Conversations, everything's so run-of-the-mill We stand still... And time slips back, And time slips back... Back to the garden
Look at the weather Look at the news Look at all the people in denial We're runnin? time, leavin? grace Still we worship at the marketplace While common
' on Holdin' on Here in this vacancy Where we existed I carry on in the life Like some puppet acting her part The very core of me An empty garden The
my dreams and the free ride of grace But it all disappears and then I wake up Was it too late? Was it just your fate? There's a demon that waits at the garden
living, it was nothing more than faith, A skin that covered glory, far beyond our love or hate, A living crystal fairyland where loving is our grace, A pyromanic garden
the skies with the greatest of ease And they landed on the ground under tents and trapeze And they were told that they fell with such beauty and grace