Search results for 'black mulberry'

or black? (Mulberry Street, yeah)

I'm a lion cub (So move out of our way)
And I'm always getting licked
(Meow, we're pushing sideways)
How's it going? I'm

and five Wild Cherries 
Two Redbuds and one Mulberry
A Black Walnut, two Sugar Maples
A Dogwood and a Honey Locust 
Two Tulip Poplars  the state tree

The Two Magicians

A.L. Lloyd, Dave Swarbrick

The Bird in the Bush

your robes of red
I'll come tomorrow at this same time
And have you in me bed
Crying . . .
Away away you coal black smith
Would you do me this wrong
For

The Two Magicians

Martin Carthy

Both Ears & The Tail

your robes of red
I'll come tomorrow at this same time
And have you in me bed
Crying . . .
Away away you coal black smith
Would you do me this wrong
For

The Two Magicians

Dave Swarbrick

Live At Jacksons Lane

your robes of red
I'll come tomorrow at this same time
And have you in me bed
Crying . . .
Away away you coal black smith
Would you do me this wrong
For

Good Earth [CD Bonus; Previously Unreleased Track]

The Monkees

The Monkees Present

1969

the lights of home.

It's the good earth, yes the good earth.
It's a land of sun and rain and snow,
And mulberry trees and mistletoe,
And burning plains

Whispy clouds of tesla white
Faded mulberry 'neath crown of gold
Forrest green next to lime
These colors got me feeling gold
Yellow caution on faded

monsters down on mulberry street
They step in line to form a tragedy
While Mr. Ferry says
"Everything will turn out alright"
If I, had a place inside your

We're all genuine people
We all want the same basic things
Peach sky eyelids with lychees beneath
For us to sink our teeth
Guardian angels of black

wine, mulberry
Eggplant, sangria, grape, jam
Lavender, indigo, purple, y'know
Twenty-five lighters on my dresser, yessir
Pulled up in the whip so smooth,

Make sure you've taken off that black velvet band

They say that roving's like a candle at midnight
And some take it like the trot of a mule
But when

take a mulberry jack and coke please

Twilight pinches our noses
The wind blows dust in the reverend's face
That bumble bee wants sex and money too
I'll

cry sometimes
I can't even ease my mind away
I can't even dream sometimes
Life in my eyes been slipping away
Imagine these flows in a jam
Mulberry trees

for you brother you just ain't living right
Black River, Greer's Ferry, the Ouachita, Millwood Lake
It's my natural state
When I'm in the outdoors I'm

the weeds
in the sink holes and currents nevermore to be seen.

Mulberry split by lightning in the Spring
needs to be cut down and the area cleaned.
Sawing

It's a million hours to Chicago in winter
Home for the holiday, train through the hinterlands
Bone is exposed in the mulberry morning glow
I used

priest to enter,
Ears drunk on mulberry wine
Slam-dunk-funk by the orchid enchanter

He's the Wizard of Woo, yeah,
Makes the cow go moo
Plays the purple

O can't you see the little turtle dove 
Sitting under the mulberry tree? 
See how she does mourn for her true love 
As I shall mourn for thee, my