a home You'll be free To spread your wings Fly, you can fly to your heart Rise to the heights Of all you can be Soar on the hope Of marvelous things
Now there's a wind blowin' leaves Along the empty street Down by the place on the corner Where we used to meet Two people too proud to give Afraid of
back knocking on my door All dolled up 'Cause I'm moving on, don't worry about me 'Cause I'ma be just fine without you, you'll see There ain't no one on
Oh it's sly and it's wise and it's wonderfully dumb And while some might still say 'No it's pure like one' My love it is wild and not mild and on the
the empire that will be rising Rising through the night Something Something give me strength I'm burning Burning on the brink The north wind Is like
I've got the clouds on a string That I pull with my little finger elegantly What is this oh what's the feeling on the breeze It feels like all my holidays
't help at all Three blue stars rise on the hill Say no more now, just be still All these trials, soon be past Look for something built to last A wind
love was strong for this Mexican maiden I was in love but in vain I could tell One night a wild young cowboy came in Wild as the west Texas wind Dashing
Some rise, some fall Some climb to get to Terrapin Counting stars by candlelight All are dim but one is bright The spiral light of Venus Rising first
setting us on fire Crazy rooster crowin' midnight Balls of lightin' roll along Old men sing about their dreams Women laugh and children scream And the band keeps playin' on Keep on
life on our foreheads with water He hums, there are drums, four winds, rising suns We are singing and playing, I her him saying I remember breezes from winds
John's Band by the riverside, Got some things to talk about, here beside the rising tide. Come hear Uncle John's Band playing to the tide, Come on along
by the riverside Got some things to talk about here beside the rising tide Come hear uncle John's band, playing to the tide Come on, come on or go alone
Mama, meat shaking on your bones D Bm A I'm gonna take you down to the river and get you stoned. Bm A Papa's on
pound stone On my shoulder a half mile of line Come on up for the rising Come on up, lay your hands in mine Come on up for the rising Come on up for
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light My head
Sometimes she wishes she was never born Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone In a world that she can't rise above But her dreams
