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in woodland town 
Through the valley of beech and birch 
To the waters of Nilfheim 

Lying naked In the grass
With the shattered glass 
But my head can

to go
A chance to trade for furs among the natives that I know
Skimming 'cross the water in those birch bark batteaux

In October 1670 we set out from

Color Song

Maggie Rogers

Now That the Light Is Fading

2017

Bright as the fire is burning bright

Blue as the sky above the lake
And blue the water flowing
White birch drooping on the shore
Her leaves

at than.

 White birch, white birch, milk tree
Dance in, smoke in my eyes,
Your arms in water way...
Clatter us with white teeth,
Snow has tired on winter,

I will walk the shores of your black waters 

I will dive under your silver mirrors

Swim into your deep sea

Where something grows from below

the shining mist of morning,

But a birch canoe with paddles,
Rising, sinking on the water,
Dripping, flashing in the sunshine;
And within it came a people

By the shore of gitche gumee
By the shining big-sea-water
At the doorway of the wigwam
In the early summer morning

Hiawatha stood and waited
All

Still Waters at Night

Joan Baez

Gulf Winds

1976

(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

Still waters at night
In the darkest of dark
But you rise as white
As the birch tree's bark
Or a pale wolf in winter

Complications
Mask their intentions
Deceived and roped and
Reeled in
Dead fish out of water
Last flops and flips and
Flaps ever
Served on five-star restaurant

No water, no water
in a rich people’s quarter

Mr. Heyn
drinks wine, like anytime
the children have found
some bottles, not sound
at the bottom

Land of the silver birch
Home of the beaver
Where still the mighty moose
Wanders at will
Blue lake and rocky shore
I will return once more

Boom de

A kingdom made of birch and tulip
Each stem raised like robed men
Towards the Sun they reach in prayer
Tonight, they expect answers

I'm reluctant

adore ya heard you got that water (sientate y disfruta)

Verse 2: Birch's stack of 3 ain't got no lemonade i'm upset tell em that i'm up next f***** up

This is the song for Baby Birch
Though I will never know you
And at the back of what we've done
There is the knowledge of you

Well, I wish we

Lake

Graham Coxon

The Golden D

2000

a birch canoe with paddles, 
Rising, sinking on the water, 
ripping, flashing in the sunshine; 
And within it came a people 

The Son of the Evening

Birch trees sway
I Take another breath
Dirt skull air
Taste the smell of death
Water it trickles and flows in the distance
Question the point of this

Under above Orion Venus loves


Moon circles and the seasons will change

Like a blink of an eye the time will pass

Water flows, stars shoot through

on the square
It has such wondrous water
Those who drink want more and more
It tastes like summer and kisses - singing
Bless our Homeland
Shoo fly shoo and skip

I'm a silver birch tree growing in a forest
An apple tree with orange fruit working for my porridge
I'm just a messenger passing on a promise
They're

kerchief. 

Fingertips stained pink.  

The village is unpeopled, dying abandoned under scrubby forests of gray alder and birch. cnd what farmer will join her

for you die for you hide for you make sex with you 

I want to break free freezing in the cold cold water no proof waterproof action on no bullets swipe

Hovering like scars of mist draped along the ridges
Of those couples dancing in the green twilight around fires
And in the water below, the reflections

yourself in a corpse-like pose
As you grow, as you grow, as you grow, as you grow
And the tombs spread out and the birch still grows
And the fumes head

TOO MUCH SAUCE

(Hook)
Too much sauce on me I Swear to God 
All this voss on me I’m dropping water 
Ain’t no limit on my credit card 
Should’ve