Lyrics:
I see a stream, a small town, an old farmhouse
And It calls to mind
In the backyard, the flowers, apple trees
And early night the first star shines
Flying by
Sometimes I imagine
Counting apples on a tree
Then wake up in a garden
Full of flowers in a dream
I never count the sheep
When I need to sleep
are to be seen.
Don't you see the little lambs by the dams a-playing?
The cuckoo is singing in the shady grove.
The flowers they are springing,
to tell someone you love them
The wind is growing cold
Leave the world
That you created
You've got flowers
In your hair
All the ashtrays full
I don't hail to Mary the devil is a lie
I tell you why she didn't die for you and I
That serpent is creeping by looking to divide
Devour and hide
Did you ever sleep in a bear pit
With apple cores and mice along?
Did you ever lay on ice and grit
Or search for a place where the wind was gone?
penalties
And them drive by shooters, everyday ah shred yuh sentiments
Watch your apple foe you get jacked, and I ain't talking about no cinnamon
You run up
the sheets white
Got Crown Apple, mixed with Sprite
Ferrari dreams, but she ridin in a Chevy tho
Come thru with the rhythm, but she’s askin for the heavy flow
Distilled water you don’t want to let the fluoride build
They want you lazy want you to fail want you in prison and the money for the bail yea
Apple cider
and golden
had to learn the subtle magic of what makes a flower open
i always knew i had i just to learn to hold it
i always knew i had it
ah ah ah ah
on my feet
Twinkle in my eye
Got that beat knock
Verse good like uh apple pie
Makin good music fuck the money till the day that I die
Hands in the air
the leaves in seasons change
like flowers in your hand
you could never give me
you promised to me, honey
you would take the yellow brick road
you would plug
"Billie Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I got to plow"
And mama said, "It was
Joe never had a lick of sense pass the biscuits please
There's five more acres in the lower forty I got to plow
And mama said it was a shame about
My feet touch the weeping earth
On the seasons first day
Staunchly parched and in a daze
The golden apples kept me awake
By the house I found a sign
face in your hair
And he hands you the apple core
Then he touches your lips now so suddenly bare
Of all the kisses we put on some time before
daisy grey-blue
You're smilin' now but you'll find out
They'll use you up and spit you out now
Your head's spinnin' in diamonds and clouds
But
on the tree to stars up high, Math is all around us, let's reach for the sky!
One little duck swimming in the pond, Two fluffy clouds, and three flowers so
Golden child, you held my heart and how you made me laugh
Two years old, dancing by the stereo to Fleetwood Mac
When you were ten, you begged me
While they'r courted by the knights from the palace of love
They are all dressed in white with flowers of palest colour
They are all singing songs
brilliance
These niggaz hoboes
Nechrophiliacs eat expired chocho
Stomped by my 7 Bordeaux
Store ur corps in a 66 bronco
Set to flames on a grassy knoll
and photographs
you won't believe they're holding back
Golden beers and companies
but underneath they're all alone
Families in misery
surrounded by the lunatics
to blow the fire aflame
But something rustled on the floor
And someone called me by my name
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'N' Mama said it was
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