on rivers and land, on forests and sand Makes the beautiful world that you'll see in the morning Little child, be not afraid Though storm clouds mask
me Falls on rivers and land And forests and sand Makes the beautiful world that you see In the morning Little child Be not afraid The storm clouds mask
how I can from a distance To an instinct, resistance was 5 senses The quest from man repentance, while Others cry to exercise my third eye by hearing lullaby
we raised the oil pressure And waited for the weather to get much better For the new wind to blow in the storm We tried to remember the history in the
The beast lives out of the raging storm in the dead of night The ravenous, blood-sick creatures searches for it's sacrifice Through the hideous darkness
a lullaby Everything's gonna be alright The Lord's gonna answer your prayer tonight Hush little baby don't you cry Daddy's gonna sing you a lullaby Everything
lullaby, Everythings gonna be alright, The Lord's gonna answer your prayers tonight. Hush little baby, don't you cry, Daddy's gonna sing you a lullaby
Don't tell me that you love me You'll hate me for hearnin' it once I drift away" Hina, I can hear you softly cry Hina, your storms and lullabies Hina
the darkness, home, in the darkness. A crowded room of passers by and in the shadows strangers cry, and the ghosts try to hide, When the rains come, when the storms
Our song used to be my lullaby Now it's just a tune from days gone by Now it only haunts me in my sleep And I soak my pillow when I weep I drop my tears
re turning Who scattered the stars in the field of night? Say it's all right, say it's all right, Well say it's all right. Ocean storm-thrown boats collide
little child shall lead them" The Prophets said of old In storm and tempest keep 'em Until the bell is tolled Sing sweet and low your lullaby Till angels
In my mind-storm I did carry you Through the briars of disbelief Through the woods of lethargy Through a groaning dark so deep I thought I died In the
A little Child will lead them, the prophets said of old In storm and tempest heed Him until the bell is tolled Sing sweet and low your lullaby till
sense something brewing Up the James and headed this way Bobby sips his morning coffee Says I'll be finished with the funnies Looks like a storm's coming
deal with the past after. Ache is inside me, it burns for her edges, It lingers, I long for her lips and her fingers, Her voice on my skin, the hush of her lullaby
I have fallen to my knees as I sing a lullaby of pain I?m feeling broken in my melody As I sing to help the tears go away Then I remember the pledge you
seed Dream of this spark in you I'd want you to Crush any doubt with a one last embrace If your world should crumble to sand, And the storms sweeps