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Every drop of rain that falls in Sahara Desert says it all,
It's a miracle,
All God's creations great and small, the Golden Gate and the Taj Mahal,
afternoon tea

Mid robins and roses, and then life will be
A poem by Kipling, while troubles go rippling by.
caress the stream
Cozy to hide in, to live side by side in
Don't let it abide in my dream

Picture you upon my knee
Just tea for two and two for tea
Every drop of rain that falls in Sahara Desert says it all
It's a miracle
All God's creations great and small, the Golden Gate and the Taj Mahal
Every drop of rain that falls in Sahara Desert says it all
It's a miracle
All God's creations great and small, the Golden Gate and the Taj Mahal
Every drop of rain that falls in Sahara Desert says it all
It's a miracle
All God's creations great and small, the Golden Gate and the Taj Mahal
afternoon tea

Mid robins and roses, and then life will be
A poem by Kipling, while troubles go rippling by.
Every drop of rain that falls in Sahara Desert says it all
It's a miracle
All God's creations great and small, the Golden Gate and the Taj Mahal
Far from the crowded city
Where flowers pretty caress the stream
Cozy to hide in, to live side by side in
Don't let it apart in my dream

Picture
Every drop of rain that falls in Sahara Desert says it all
It's a miracle
All God's creations great and small, the Golden Gate and the Taj Mahal
afternoon tea

Mid robins and roses, and then life will be
A poem by Kipling, while troubles go rippling by.
Far from the crowded city
Where flowers pretty caress the stream
Cozy to hide in, to live side by side in
Don't let it apart in my dream

Picture
east and west
We sold some mushroom tea,
We sold some ecstasy,
We sold nitrous, opium, acid, heroin and PCP
And now I hear the police coming after me
east and west
We sold some mushroom tea,
We sold some ecstasy,
We sold nitrous, opium, acid, heroin and PCP
And now I hear the police coming after me
east and west
We sold some mushroom tea,
We sold some ecstasy,
We sold nitrous, opium, acid, heroin and PCP
And now I hear the police coming after me
Far from the crowded city
Where flowers pretty caress the stream
Cozy to hide in, to live side by side in,
Don't let it apart in my dream

Picture
Every drop of rain that falls in Sahara Desert says it all
It's a miracle
All God's creations great and small, the Golden Gate and the Taj Mahal
bread"
So I got out

Paris was a place you could hide away
If you thought you didn't fit in
French police wouldn't give me no peace, 
Just claimed I
the surgery 
Waking splayed in fiberglass-pink 
A silent space 
A Planet Pain 

But you can't bore a hole to a cavity where the soul lives 
Vaseline Hands
want to live with my feet in Dixie
And my head in the cool blue north

Words and Music by Jesse Winchester
can pull up by the curb,
I can make it on the road,
Goin' mobile
I can stop in any street
And talk with people that we meet
Goin' mobile
Keep me moving,
and Victoria they live in Central Park
The got the money from an uncle, eaten by a shark ???
It went so fast, it was his life
He takes cream and sugar in his
Far from the crowded city
Where flowers pretty caress the stream
Cozy to hide in, to live side by side in,
Don't let it apart in my dream

Picture
Far from the crowded city
Where flowers pretty caress the stream
Cozy to hide in, to live side by side in,
Don't let it apart in my dream

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Far from the cry of the city
Where flowers pretty
Caress the streams

Cozy to hide in,
To live side by side in
Don't let it abide in my