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Oh rustling trees
Whispering to me
Take all my sorrows
Cause I won't need them tomorrow
Oh rustling trees
It's aching inside
As no one wants
You'll

I want to wake up to the sound of the breeze
Rustling through the trees
On the shores of some lake that I know
In that frozen northern town that I

Someone Keeps Calling My Name

Harry Chapin

Portrait Gallery

1975

a bike
I may be just four fingers old but I know what I like

Someone keeps calling my name
Someone keeps calling my name
Or is it just the rustling

There's a rumble in the jungle
There's a whisper in the trees
The animals are talking and they're rustling the leaves
The hippo in his waterhole

heartbeat as adrenaline seeps
Your kingdom crumbles to my own bare hands
It keeps me up at night
Rustling, rumbling, and I've had enough
So I'm claiming

I think there's a ghost in my room
He's keeping me away from you
Rustling around in my sheets
He won't let me sleep
I think there's a ghost in my

is my time
And I feel buckling at my knees, and rustling in the trees
Is that the ghost of us I see, is it time's up for you and me

Memories of you in

Spectre
Lying by my side
Haunt me 
When did you arrive
Last week
So I never sleep
There's a rustling
All around me
All around me

Flip the lights

なんにも予定はないけど　なんだかワクワクするの
色づいた　秋色が　誘うからこまる
誰のためでもなくて　なんとなく、みたいなBEATで
オシャレして　出かけたいな　カラフルな未来

Leaves are rustling. Sounding.
ラメっぽいな夢
Leaves are rustling

In the prairie where the tall grass sways,
Rustling leaves in the sun's warm blaze.
Open spaces where the heart redeems,
In the heart

In the prairie where the tall grass sways,
Rustling leaves in the sun's warm blaze.
Open spaces where the heart redeems,
In the heart

The morning light, the lily white   
Declare their Maker's praise

This is my Father's world  
He shines in all that's fair
In the rustling grass I hear Him

This Is My Father's World

Amy Grant

Legacy...Hymns & Faith [Expanded]

2002

world
He shines in all that's fair
In the rustling grass, I hear him pass
He speaks to me everywhere

In the rustling grass, I hear him pass
He speaks

branches everywhere you turn and go
There's no way out
You didn't recognize the sounds or shapes
Before you realized it was too late
Old dead leaves rustling

the yard
Something in the hedge is bustling
Geese are honking in the sky
There's a breeze, the trees are rustling
And the air is cool and dry
The sun is out

And the bleatin' of mountain goats
To the sounds of the rustling leaves
And wind howlin' through the trees
And he danced all night long
To the sounds of nature's

empty bliss
It's more like T.V static and the sound of rustling wind
And I can't hide it
When I lose myself, no I can't hide it
Strange, are these

the horses on the carousel have gone
They're Free, they broke loose at the first crack of dawn

Late at night it seems
Among the evergreens
I hear a rustling

Oh, the park
A sanctuary of harmony
Where whispers of the wind
And rustling trees
Embrace our souls
With nature's symphony
The park a place where my

Peace in my harmonies
I write a poem and ease
Off smoking strawberries
Up till 4 o'clock its me
Rustling through your cutlery
Belly full and feet up
A one

belong

Autumn aura, painting skies in shades of gold,
A symphony of silence, stories yet untold,
In the rustling leaves, I find my peace,
Lost in

alibis in disguise
Conspiracy theories, brushed aside with ease
But the truth won't stay in hiding, beneath the rustling leaves

Whispers on the wind

the blick (Yeah), She be rustling
Fuck on your mom, I be thrusting
Look at my bands, I be hustling (Aye!, Aye!)
Fuck on your man, We be tussling!
Running

In the heart of the country, where truths are told.
(Foley art of rustling leaves and distant thunder)

[Outro]
As the fire pit crackles, the night dee