stranger's room Playing at the stranger's table Shining empty like the moon There is no peace for me Chorus: But in the darkness struggle cold I think about a garden valley
to my valley A man I hardly knew A man who came to my garden Grew to love me A girl I saw in a valley A girl I hardly knew A girl at work in her garden
Translation: Dillon, Cara. Garden Valley.
One blow till I'll take ya' down, I'll take ya down One smoke and your head spins around and around Chrome mags, a million drags, a never lags An ol'
and it makes you wanna say You just might fall in love, I'd like to welcome you to paradise Welcome to paradise Oh, welcome to paradise Valley high and valley
too deep Got your mind down to a science And every time that I touch you I?m losing you You?re the eve of my destruction In the garden of fears
There's a gate around the garden There's a lock upon the gate There's a key that longs to open There's a river flowing somewhere To a sea that knows her
young I dreamt of feedin' them niggas up of niggas nuts and soufley a' la dun Motherfuckas get hung, my bullet weights a ton The Garden Blocc Don, the valley
hat Pointing out just where it's at And I close my eyes to see reality Mickey Mouse on the hillside flees When I brush his garden with my knees It's an
to the mountains On the waters of the rhine Face to face in shahbagh gardens In communion, out of time Thalheim, thalheim From the lilies of the valley
Behold the flashing waters A cloven dancing jet That from the milk-white marble For ever foam and fret Far off in drowsy valleys Where the meadow saffrons
the rain. A garden craves a balance of both (I guess so). From the garden, they're all running from the garden, we're all looking for the garden.
meadow Or watch the shepherd calling to his fold And down the lane that winds behind the garden The blackbird greets the smiling summer morn And as his music echoes o'er the valley
drunk Chorus I'm gonna rent me an old Victorian Down in the Lower Haight I'm gonna get me an old accordion Play for the tourists on the golden gate I'm gonna plant a little garden
He traded in his music For cocaine nights and reckless days Still I knew he always wanted To make one last journey home Near a small white church in the valley
rolls I am down in the garden where I let you go Up on the surface the earth looks round But it's a godless city of cold flat ground Now, damn this valley
Reaper has cashed my life savings check Thy rocketh and they pipeth restoreth me for I and I fear no man Yea though I walk through the valleys of Harlem, Bronx, Manhattan Even Nickerson Gardens
Early one morning,just as the sun was rising I heard a yound maid sing in the valley below "Oh,don't deceive me;oh,never leave me! How could you use a