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Wake hard in the morning.
See the young girl milking.
Stream rushing by on a bed of stone.
Old goats and sandstone cracking 
All containing
that flow,
Every country lane and every street of stone
Are highways of adventure made for me alone.

You give me your love and your love is
Someone bless these seeds I sow
Someone warm them from below
Till the rain comes tumbling down
 
Pulling weeds and picking stones
Man is made of dreams
flow,
Ev'ry country lane and ev'ry street of stone
Are highways of adventure made for me alone.

You give me your love
And your love is a melody,
that flow,
Every country lane and every street of stone
Are highways of adventure made for me alone.

You give me your love and your love is
flow,
Ev'ry country lane and ev'ry street of stone
Are highways of adventure made for me alone.

You give me your love
And your love is a melody,
that flow,
Every country lane and every street of stone
Are highways of adventure made for me alone.

You give me your love and your love is
that flow,
Every country lane and every street of stone
Are highways of adventure made for me alone.

You give me your love and your love is
that flow,
Every country lane and every street of stone
Are highways of adventure made for me alone.

You give me your love and your love is
that flow,
Every country lane and every street of stone
Are highways of adventure made for me alone.

You give me your love and your love is
flow,
Ev'ry country lane and ev'ry street of stone 
Are highways of adventure made for me alone.
You give me your love 
And your love is a melody,
that flow,
Every country lane and every street of stone
Are highways of adventure made for me alone.

You give me your love and your love is
these seeds I sow
Please keep them safe below
'Til the rain comes tumbling down

Pullin' weeds and pickin' stones
We are made of dreams and bones
Need
that he knows nothin' at all
Does it seem colder in your summer time and hotter in your fall
If we were made in his image then call us by our names.
Inch by inch, row by row,
Gonna make this garden grow,
All it takes is a rake and a hoe,
And a piece of fertile ground.

Inch by inch, row by
that flow,
Every country lane and every street of stone
Are highways of adventure made for me alone.

You give me your love and your love is
flow,
Ev'ry country lane and ev'ry street of stone 
Are highways of adventure made for me alone.
You give me your love 
And your love is a melody,
these seeds I sow
Please keep them safe below
'Til the rain comes tumbling down

Pullin' weeds and pickin' stones
We are made of dreams and bones
Need
that flow,
Every country lane and every street of stone
Are highways of adventure made for me alone.

You give me your love and your love is
that flow,
Every country lane and every street of stone
Are highways of adventure made for me alone.

You give me your love and your love is
that flow,
Every country lane and every street of stone
Are highways of adventure made for me alone.

You give me your love and your love is
that flow,
Every country lane and every street of stone
Are highways of adventure made for me alone.

You give me your love and your love is
There is a tragedy
Deep within this soul
A dark aura
Made of stones of sadness
And vast void of longing

On songs of sorrows maiden
The swans
that flow,
Every country lane and every street of stone
Are highways of adventure made for me alone.

You give me your love and your love is
someone bless these seeds I sow
Someone warm them from below 'til the rain comes tumbling down

Pullin' weeds and pickin' stones, we are made of dreams