Lyrics:
Flint and Feather Lily Frost
Written by Lily Frost (Lindsey Davis), lyrics by Pauline Johnson
I am sailing to the leeward,
Where the current runs
by frost?
How is it, that the purest of candles are held by the darkest?
How is it, that the whitest of lilies are covered by endless night?
Off
Presenting Lily Mars
Tap dancer, a soon-to-be star
She'll beat your heart so fast
Spotlight's on Lily tonight
She's on Channel One's late-night
And shares in the fun.
Master hoar-frost was sore displeased,
He comes into the valley:
The lily-of-the valley stops its dance-music,
Away go the little
Lily, tell your mother I've been thinking
Winter changes nothing
The frost east can bring the highways down
I went to a movie I want to believe in
LILY:
Clusters of crocus,
Purple and gold
Blankets of pansies,
Out from the cold.
Lilies and iris,
Safe from the chill.
Safe in my garden,
LILY:
Clusters of crocus,
Purple and gold
Blankets of pansies,
Out from the cold.
Lilies and iris,
Safe from the chill.
Safe in my garden,
Snowdrops
Hey kid, I've been watching you.
Sleeping in the lilies with that old dull-bladed knife.
Still in those bulletproof pyjamas you've worn all your
You came into my sight, bathed in lilies and moonlight
The spirits danced in your hair, and then you left me just standing there
So I searched day
soggy logs
One day he'll be a frog
Pollywog in a bog
Overhead a cedar tree gives the shade he needs
Munching while he feeds on lily pads and weeds
And thank you to the man all night long
Hosing a mist on his early-bloomed
Peach tree so that the hard frost
Not waste the crop, the ice
In his beard
It's a maze, this garden,
Grow? It's a maze of ways.
LEUTENANT: FEMALE DREAMERS:
Had an early frost, High on a hill,
MAN and WOMAN:
Now it's gone, it's
A motherless child , you were torn from your home
By decree of the county affairs
Good Christians, they gave you a lily-white dress
And shorn back that Indian
of all
I saw it clearly behind the veil of reality
And as I dreamed the lilies white
In the shade of a birch
They withered in the frost of awakening
of all
I saw it clearly behind the veil of reality
And as I dreamed the lilies white
In the shade of a birch
They withered in the frost of awakening
will show you how the lilies grow
On the banks of Italy
Oh, what hills are yon, yon pleasant hills
That the sun shines sweetly on
Oh, yon are the hills
Imagine lying in meadows, inhale and dying there alone
On a day the sun ain't mad, and the lakes got lily pads
Gazing landscapes straight from Bob
there's always room
Walls of your flowers dance in bloom
In the toughness of your hands I knew you
All the books of love were true
Whether Frost, Elliot,
Shame on you, I'm dying in the garden
Everlast, lilies in my hair
The black cat's hiding in the hedges
Superstitious
I was first to galvanize
coniventibus paradisi !
The violence of the winter moon
Spreads a mantle
Of cold icy pain over my petrified landscape.
Seized by the freezing frosts
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