Lyrics:
COME WITH ME I'LL TAKE YOU DOWN
THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED
NOT SOME TREE LINED PRIMROSE PATH
ONE MORE GRAVELLED
IT WILL CHANGE- THIS STRANGE TERRAIN
YOU
Come with me to my childhood tree
Before the primrose path you first promised me
Dancing to nights buzzing symphony
I'll take care of your entrance
mile
Ginger ale sounds stale ultra violet shattered bone
Say so tornado black velvet stepping stone
Fig tree old reefs morning glory
Farm house no spouse
the river, reaching for that other shore
I dreamed I saw a tree full of angels, up on Primrose Hill
And I flew with them over the Great Wen till I had seen
the river
Reaching for that other shore
I dreamed I saw a tree full of angels
Up on Primrose Hill
And I flew with them over the Great Wen
'til I had
through key holes
He done left pick for
Same toilet different shit show
Tumi or Stogie same Schizo
Rumi or Allen Poe grim prose
Duly blossom into primrose
Hampstead Heath fair
Oh how I remember that view still
From the top of Primrose Hill
I felt I could touch the sky
That was in sixty-nine
My happiest time
I
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
pull up my primrose flower
And plant a willow tree
Oh willow, green willow
With sorrow mixed among
To tell to all this wide world
I loved a false young
Baby come tell me 'bout your tree-house
And your candy-striped pet mouse
And your car that has feet
Hey come tell me 'bout your eyebrows that meet
Baby come tell me 'bout your tree-house
And your candy-striped pet mouse
And your car that has feet
Hey come tell me 'bout your eyebrows that meet
Queen Anne's lace and primrose
Got nothing on you babe
I've see your eyes without their clothes
And I didn't look away, I didn't look away
When
Oh baby
Come and tell me 'bout your tree house
And your candy-striped pet mouse
And your carpet house feet
Hey come tell me about your eyebrows
fusils.
Belle lune, lune d'avril,
Lune.
Moon,
Beautiful moon, April moon,
Let me see in my sleep
The peach tree with the saffron heart,
The fish who laughs
ST. FIN BARRE
Oh Saint Fin Barre you look lovely
Through this portal plucked from an apple tree
If you take notice I have left my footprints upon
Years go by and as I grow, I'm finding that a part of me
Is longing for a place to be, and grow roots like a phoenix tree
To use my hands, within
The primrose, the beaten down
To off-road, to quay town
The odyssey got me oddly into botany
But all along I've been barking up the wrong tree
Turn a new leaf
I feel like a bird singing on a tree
Flying in the branches on a sunny day of Spring
I feel like a butterfly flying over primrose flowers
In
There is a flower sprung from a tree
The root thereof is called Jesse
A flower of great worth
There is no other such in paradise
This flower is fair
to peace and joy
And don't be alone on Christmas night
Suddenly our luck would change
In that bar on Primrose Hill
As the band played Stop The Cavalry
We
Primrose a blue
Pictures I painted of you
Lay in the frames of my heart
Hang 'em up inches apart
Dead empty space
The vision of your face is a dream
movies
Step into Christmas on the radio, you're putting up the tree
The mistletoe is hanging as we walk through advent markets
And snow starts falling when
Breathe in a wisp of winter's air
A crispy chill tussles my hair
And when my fingertips turn blue
I'll know I'm alive and here with you
Cherry tree
mouth
And fattening his silver gill.
There's the Barton rich
With dyke and ditch
And hedge for the thrush to live in,
And the hollow tree
For the buzzing
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