from the bushes Down, in the forest path When night comes closer When the sun goes down Once, once again I will try to sleep Before the morning sun
soft in winter home Swaying branches breaking sound Lonely forests trembling ground Masquerading leaves of blue Run circles round the morning dew Patterns
There's a pale horse comin' I'm gonna ride it I'll rise in the morning My fate decided I'm a dead man walkin' I'm a dead man walkin' In St. James Parish
Well, morning came And it dressed the sky in a lovely yellow gown Now the shops they are all opening In that narrow hallway of downtown Filled with people
one moment and wishing will just leave me empty So you can try and live in darkness But you will never shake the light It will greet you every morning
There's a pale horse coming And I'm going to ride it I'll rise in the morning My fate decided I'm a dead man walking I'm a dead man walking In st james
towers Centuries or hours Dark are the winter days Holy in many ways Vaults of time unshaken Whilst as through them we are taken Sleeping forests wake
jewels Swaying me in both directions One is the right one, the other for fools How do I make my selection? The city lies silent in the warm morning
kedo Kaze no sasayaki wo Kiku tabi Kuchizuke Suru tabi Tooi natsu no hi No maho ga Totsuzen ni Yomigaeru Repeat ** 3x -------------------------------- In the gentle morning
with love We still Feel lost With so much Happiness Our Short Week-end Children Play with the wind And you and i Go into the forest too The morning
By the shores of gitche gumee, By the shining big-sea-water, At the doorway of the wigwam, In the early summer morning, Hiawatha stood and waited. All
By the shore of gitche gumee By the shining big-sea-water At the doorway of the wigwam In the early summer morning Hiawatha stood and waited All the
By The Shore Of Gitche Gumee By The Shining Big-Sea-Water At The Doorway Of The Wigwam In The Early Summer Morning Hiawatha Stood And Waited All The
the children's faces Full of wonder and surprise Of the laughter in their voices The sweetness in their eyes When they wake up in the morning With the
I was walkin' through the forest One cold and dreary morn My heart sick with jealousy And memories I need no more No I could never kill a man But I would
the forest they once asked of me How many black berries grew in the Blue Sea I asked them right back with a tear in my eye How many dark ships in the forest
is my land From California To the New York island From the Redwood Forest To the Gulf Stream waters This land was made for you and me it was early one morning
are by your fire and fast asleep, I'll turn a light on, to watch the snow outside fall soft and deep. And when the winter morning shines all white and
