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of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home
'Tis summer, the people are gay
The corn top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom
While the birds
Oh, Mother Earth
With your fields of green
Once more laid down by the hungry hand
How long can you give and not receive
And feed this world ruled
Oh, Mother Earth
With your fields of green
Once more laid down
By the hungry hand
How long can you
Give and not receive
And feed this world
Ruled by
back and she show you what is and isn't real
Standing right by your side when you out in the field, she trill
Just ride with me babe
Sometimes your girl
leave me
Want the cake while you are busy eating
The grassy fields all turn to dust
My soul itself will self-combust
Memories turned sour by time
Mold
“Never-Ending Summer”
Performed by Wes Reeve
Written by Kelly Danaher, Miles Cole
[Verse]
I, oh I
Sat inside my cage
In this golden age
I had
Summer fades away
The last mist falls on you
One more drive through golden fields
Where tall pink flowers bloom
With fall comes a change
The plates
On the post-game field 'cause the cops are here
Everybody's got that spot they meet up
When the summer nights begin to heat up
Where we're always gonna live in
Happy as we can be
Building castles in the sand
With our feet, with our hands
Playing ball big and small
Summer spell, on us all
Years go by, we still
all summer long
Everybody here thinks they're right, goddamn I know that they're wrong
And we were scattered like stars on a field of blue
When
the field like commando
Claim you trapping
But the field be on stand by
Ain't no need to cap
I'm just trying to live hands high
Close I'ma get to my own sky
missed
And all the pretty girls I've never kissed
They smile from field of daffodils
They wave from high and windy hills
In secret places by the sea
and out of focus)
Seen all, seen all, seen all summer
Seen all, seen all, seen all spring
But, I'm a submarine, submarine sinks below the ground.
the middle of the summer
We'd sit by the fire and pray we'd get even younger
This is where I became who I am
This is my home, my town, my field of dreams
This
Nothin' but ghosts there now
Some say that time stands still
Out on the Western plains
Somethin' inside you's made holy
Baptized by the summer rain
knees
Askin' the lord to heal
A heart that's always been solid
But took some wounds in the field
Now I'm looking in the mirror
Reflectin' on them years
Your two blue seas, major and minor
Who dance with each other and others
To see
Sweet melody, the summer songbirds
Singing with each other and others
While I'm running down field when it's just another kick off
I was running downhill tryna get another lick off
And feeling no remorse cause I done
make a joke and my laugh will be heard by the sun,
Cause I've never met someone so much fun
And the echo won't sound off till summer ends
We'll have
to the money, what I know with my baby, I be gettin' calls
From the walls free my soldier Opps gettin' hit every day, but I told ya
Been in the field three O
yourself to sleep when summer ends
I never will forget the day it was April or else maybe May
Daddy pulled up the driveway and his truck was shakin'
We all
nights, got in fights
Apple pies, lots of flies
Summer nights
We keep it real in the field
By my tractor on the wheel
Deep thoughts, deep thoughts
Deep
your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shacked by forgotten words and bons
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the back
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