Lyrics:
oh how do you do, young willy mcbride
do you mind if i sit here down by your graveside
and rest for a while in the warm summer sun
i've been walking
In my fantasy
I have a brown bag full of thousands and hundreds
and a stolen Jaguar and I drive alone into the wind
Nothing is more beautiful than
the roaring sea?
Do you feel the freezing winds?
Do you know the way to go from here?
Oh, the Winter Storm
The leaves are coming back one by one
The night is
Mother Tree shake loose the leaves and the wind spins them around
How beautiful the leaves they are yellow red and brown
Me and Frieda stop to watch
bang
Hootchie mama reach around
High balls turn your blue eyes brown
She drove him to the crazy house and made it back by dark
She sees the best in
A light autumn breeze
Yellow brown falling leaves
A swan in migration
Admires her white reflection
By the narrow trail
Naked branches are pale
Where
, brown, brown
'Til I'm clean
Then I walk where I'd be shaded by the trees
By a meadow of green
For about a mile
I'm headed to town, town, town, in style
Her brown hair loose in the wind
Sunglasses shields her eyes
Katana on her skin
The bravest gentle smile
Fluffy sheep walk around the field
With their
A lioness in distress, tryna save us from a mess spilling right through our threshold
A product of the summer cold winds, cracking up our skin
Suppressing
CHORUS
These days I stay at home
When I’ve got you by my side
As the winter wind it blows
Summer heat we light inside say
These days we stay at home
Cold whispering wind
cnd the city makes sounds
The subway, it hums
Startles the bums
By the broken glass lying on the ground
Lost and found
Lost
standing
When she's by my side
The trees turn green with envy
When she walks on by
The branches brown and empty
She's my earth tone fly
My sunrise and my
hand, palm trees and sand
And a jam by the Zac Brown Band that'll cause me to dance
Feelin' like anything could just fall in my lap
Not a flaw in my
That there must be poetry in the San Fernando Valley
Dry wind Brittle souls Hot sun never cold
Blonde blue brown dry
brittle words that question why
The wind was a torrent of darkness
Among the gusty trees
The moon was a ghostly galleon
Tossed upon the cloudy seas
The road was a ribbon
Sun's beating down
Feel the rays falling on my face and
Skin getting brown
Can I get another taste girl
Pop the top off the bottle
Me and you are
end in a flash
Like the wind blows dead brown leaves to the grass
I ain't goin' back to jail, when it's on then I shoot
Momma, get'cha black vest
It's two-hundred years of rust on a gate
It wind up like a toy when the wind plays
Kid shit
She was blowing before the wind
Tell them blowsy
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seas
The road was a ribbon
all the land
I smell the sweet scents of papaya and lime
I smell the ocean breezes, the salt
And my mind is captivated by your big brown eyes
Which
here by my side
By my side
And baby, we, we're alright
With you here by my side
But then the colder winds of September rolled in
And you told I'd never
Me and my Stetson Hat went into town
Stood by the square and looked all around
And saw the man we was gonna take down
Me and my Stetson Hat went
rivers
Floating stories down the world
Voices are rising from the earth
Screaming for revenge
Up in the skies
Run by the wind
Just one more time they set
a great big world and it's all for you. Down by the pasture or stream of blue
I have dreams for my baby. Dreams for my baby
You'll feel the joy of wind rush
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