Lyrics:
down the fern, broke open the grass
And printed the mud with
The well hammered shoe
That she nailed to his speed in
The dreams of her youth
And although
the chance to wander back,
Or own a kingÂ?s abode.
IÂ?d sooner see the hawthorn tree
By the Old Bog Road.
When I was young and restless
My mind was ill
A hint of autumn was in the air
Grass was turning a soft shade of brown
Petals was falling from withering flowers
And their leaves were flowing
Sleep, baby, sleep
Your father tends the sheep
Your mother shakes the dreamland tree
And from it fall sweet dreams for thee
Sleep, baby,
Hunted down I came upon
A place of ferns and grass
Gathered to a redbud tree
And now their footsteps pass
Where I crouch in dread
Discovery my
ginger
Florida coontie
Datura
Ming fern
Sword fern
Dianella
Walking iris
Chocolate cherries allamanda
Awabuki viburnum
Is there room in my heart
wound around in baling wire
All the more a pair of underwater pearls
Than the oak tree and his Resurrection Fern
went galloping past
And bent down the fern
Broke open the grass
And printed the mud with
The iron and the gold
That he nailed to her feet
When he
grease and mints the wind is blending
Under the moan of rotting elm in the silo floor
Down a hill of pine tree quills we made our way
To the bottom
born so long ago
In the dancing flame of the Christmas candles
I hear the whisper of angels soft and clear, soft and clear
As they watched in
consent to be
The ready little steady on my family tree
How cute can you be?
She's got some soft hair shining, that
The sun blinks his eyes
Hey how cute can
ring (how great?)
Greater than a mighty king
My love, for you
Is taller than the tallest tree (how soft?)
Softer than a summer breeze
Oh I ask you
a shady tree you and me
Under a shady tree you and me
Can you feel the soft cool grass?
Can you feel it with your toes?
We can sit here while it grows
a shady tree you and me
Under a shady tree you and me
Can you feel the soft cool grass?
Can you feel it with your toes?
We can sit here while it grows
Give it to the soft boys! Ha ha!
Take one
(one, two, great to be here!) Sure is, three, four!
Feel like asking a tree for an autograph
And I
FernGully was a documentary
I can't act like this shit around me's free
Dumb songs like this were made by dudes like me
Only God could make a tree
Plywood
crumbled on my plate,
I've got time left,
It's not too late,
Soft like water,
Time is flowing,
The wise owl, stares from the tree,
Great is his knowing,
Little Children sing hymns
'Round the old Christmas tree
With it's soft lights they sparkle
In close harmony
Church bells ringing the chimes
Bringing
born so long ago
In the dancing flame of the Christmas candles
I hear the whisper of angels soft and clear, soft and clear
As they watched in
Little Children sing hymns
'Round the old Christmas tree
With it's soft lights they sparkle
In close harmony
Church bells ringing the chimes
Bringing
Mama's lying on the rotten ground
There under the tree
There were the stars in her eyes
And Goldfingers in her hair
And I climbed over the garden
Night and morning with my tears
And I sunned it with smile
And with soft deceitful wiles
And sometimes I
See magpie
And it grew both day and night
lot of fun
A soft ole pair of hiking boots
A pocket knife and a campfire too
You go out in the woods alone
Wonder where the big buck's roam
What's that
Tree Canoe.
Singing row away
Chorus
Wid my hands on de banjo and toe on de oar,
I sing to de sound ob the rivers soft roar;
While de stars dey
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