Lyrics:
There's a little boy growing up king of everything he can see
Snakes in the grass, Orchards and Dogs roaming free
He rides his dragster bike down
Here are several pictures and pictures mean the past.
Here's a pretty desert scene and here a sea of grass.
Likely orchards and vacant lots, big
proof
In a flash cast out the orchard where
The green grass and apples grew
And sat shell shocked pullin'
Weeds at the roots
Graspin' for the truth
I've got another lover waiting back at home
She's all alone
And the graveyards look like marble orchards
So we danced upon the grass
And we moved away
sons one thing you will learn,
For everything the north gives, it exacts a price in return."
They worked side by side in the orchards
From morning
sons one thing you will learn,
For everything the north gives, it exacts a price in return."
They worked side by side in the orchards
From morning
types of bones in an orchard
When the sun comes up, a blade of grass
But it's all different shapes for a limb tree
'Cos I can't hold you in the way I had
through the orchard
All the way from town
She watches seagulls fly
Silver on the ocean stitching through the waves
The edges of the sky
Many people wander
Getting sweaty together
Christmas in a tropical city
Where the grass stays green
And the lights are pretty
Where it doesn't even snow
Picnic at a national
Call you grass
Call you wind-bent slender grass
Say you are full of grace
And grown by the river say what country
Say what river say what colour
Tell
through the orchard
All the way from town
She watches seagulls fly, silver on the ocean
Stitching through the waves, the edges of the sky
Many people
thing you will learn:
For everything the north-a gives, it exacts a price in return."
They worked side by side in the orchards from morning till the day
It rains, and nothing stirs within the fence
Anywhere through the orchard's untrodden, dense
Forest of parsley. The great diamonds
Of rain
a blade of grass, he tasted salt, he dreamt of orchards
While the old men watched him fearing he might teach them something new
Kilballyowen watched him
brown hills
And April's in the west wind, and yellow daffodils
It's a fine land, the west land, for hearts as tired as mine
Apple orchards blossom there,
Laying down in swaying grass
cmongst the hushed bells
Under the orange glow of an early morn
cnd I think of you resting in the blue
Closing my
a bistash orchard hidden in the Yucca mountains
See the heartbreak in the farmer he is told
These are hard times to start over
Lets climb to the top
to the dry grass and the shadows
Thinking I'd like to look at your teeth lined up in perfect rows
A maze of children feeding orchard trees
Where the flat
The tender grass of spring time
Rose to grain with summer's heat
The orchard blossoms ripen
Into fruit so round and sweet
As with nature in
Seven years ago
We planted seeds in a row
Talked about getting old
And watching them grow
I dreamed of orchards and blueberry fields
Back then all
of sunflower
Sprawling farms, crawling grass and tree
The jabbing jacaranda, the pointing pine
The partisan protea, the vineyards
The orchards bursting fruit
as the grass
Can I live in your lemony world?
Drape me in your silks and pearls
Can I come be a lemony girl?
She rises with the dawn in the morning
Sleeps with
was paid
And what such freedom's worth
Out in the orchards
There's people picking fruit
There's a man somewhere waiting
For another man to shoot
Hourglass
Filled with time we're never getting back
All those wild child sunlit days spent losing track
In the grass
Sipping wine under
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