Lyrics:
Lily of the Valley
Lily of the Valley
Lily of the Valley
They called her Lily of the Valley
And she lived beside the river
The youngest of her
Lily lived in a farmhouse at the edge of town
Long black braids like anchor chains
How they weighed her down
Dark eyes, pale skin
Mean dad,
the field
Faith
Love
Lily's in the field
Faith
Love
Hush now
They dream
Of the wind on a wild bird's wing
They smile
When they hear the angels sing
For the avalanches? daughter
Wild, like the lily-a-passion
Have you ever had the honors
Oh no, no
Oh, no, no
Oh,no,no,no,no,no,no
She is
and wild
Sunday morning, Jesus loving, like a southern child
If you're Gatsby, I'm Daisy
I'm Rose and you're Jack
In love with you baby
Now you say it back
Once upon a time I went to the forest
And found a meadow where the lilies grew
And there she sat, in the middle of it all
And that was when I knew
with early morning sun
The aster and the dahlia and wild geraniums
Drops of morning dew still lingers on the iris leaves
In the meadow where I'm
gives me strength, leads me by peaceful streams
He lays me down to rest in meadows green
Your rod protects and comforts me
You clothe me like the lilies
I close my eyes, the lantern dies
The scent of awakening, wild honey and dew
Childhood games, woods and lakes
Streams of silver, toys of olden
ground
The Lily of the valley
Where new hope is found
Where new hope is found
The roots run wide through the meadows
No toiling the price has been paid
coming, fire is coming
Birds of the meadow, birds of the meadow
Fire is coming, fire is coming
Birds of the meadow, birds of the meadow
Honey, I'm
a meadow of your love love
I could lay here til forever with you
Lovely blossom
Cause with you, my life once a bulb now a lily in bloom
Your glow is
my own, my little lily love
You hide and seek every day
You just get farther away
What, what kind of world would
Take a sweet wild flower
And pull it
where He leads.
Though the path may wind across the mountains,
He knows the meadows where they feed.
He clothes the lilies of the field.
He feeds
and as wild as the weather
We might go just you and me to pick wild strawberries together
Or be livin' on our own in a cabin in a meadow
And the cows will come
Who? Native North American child
Who's got the rhythm of the universe inside her?
Who taught the pilgrims how to make it in the wild?
Who sing
sunny Roseland, where summer breezes are playing
Where the honey bees are "A-Maying"
There all the roses are swaying
Dancing while the meadow brook
sunny Roseland, where summer breezes are playing
Where the honey bees are "A-Maying"
There all the roses are swaying
Dancing while the meadow brook
sunny Roseland, where summer breezes are playing
Where the honey bees are "A-Maying"
There all the roses are swaying
Dancing while the meadow brook
sunny Roseland, where summer breezes are playing
Where the honey bees are "A-Maying"
There all the roses are swaying
Dancing while the meadow brook
sunny Roseland, where summer breezes are playing
Where the honey bees are "A-Maying"
There all the roses are swaying
Dancing while the meadow brook
sunny Roseland, where summer breezes are playing
Where the honey bees are "A-Maying"
There all the roses are swaying
Dancing while the meadow brook
sunny Roseland, where summer breezes are playing
Where the honey bees are "A-Maying"
There all the roses are swaying
Dancing while the meadow brook
sunny Roseland, where summer breezes are playing
Where the honey bees are "A-Maying"
There all the roses are swaying
Dancing while the meadow brook
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