the field my little son and daughter Not long ago that ground was under water Now you can see them walking with the cattle Singing them songs before
I'll buy them all drink to toast And charge the bill to you You'll never see a faster mover dart in for attack Slither shining Danger a winding belt of
felt my own music within me rise Like the wind in the autumn trees River, take me along in your sunshine, sing me a song Ever moving and winding and
And I Heard Them Call Out In A Loud Voice: "How Long Sovereign Lord Holy And True Until You Judge The Earth And Avenge Our Blood?" Then Each Of Them
Children of the night Such a sad tune they rhyme The bloody boys that sing a wicked song And for all of them they're just memories in the wind Rise and
A lonely boy, a handful of dreams Cold wind blows through a heart wired-in Open skies he would explore No there ain't no mastery Of a passion and a deep
silence of wintery nights, spirits herald. The wind comes The light looses significance, throughout the night Owl singing the dead song inside the forest of dusk uncontrolled desire rising
they do? There's so many of us, yet we let them have their way, At this moment they're plotting and planning. We've got to rise up to take their power
must resist them on every level. As outsiders we have few right with which to oppose them, But on our own, together, we seek them. They have their law
Leafs are falling, black and lifeless. Wind of autumn, carry them away... far away. Wandering beneath the trees. Dancing with the cold shadows. To the
in the field my little son and daughter Not long ago that ground was underwater Now you can see them walking with the cattle Singing them songs before
, for quite the right reason Mad kids are made of concepts like the 4 seasons On the calendar, peace to my islanders around the city This track's like the Seven's theme
deep of the water You have given to them I want to run the race with vigor I want to fight the fight with strength And let my song rise from a whisper
not my slumbering fair. How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills, Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills, There daily I wander as noon rises
get a ride for free Free like the wind rising up the Eastern shore Blowing back my un-tucked shirt tail Filling up my empty pockets And a song was coming
(the wind... the wind...) Sister sits on the steps Cigarette rests on fingertips Takes a sip of slow death deathly through her lips, She blows a kiss
and green turn yellow brown, autumn caught em See all them leaves must fall down" - Andre 3000, "13th Floor/Growing Old" [Kno] As the East vs. West winds