Lyrics:
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me
Say
I got a girl named Anna Marie
She chews levi garrett by a sycamore tree
And the way she acts don't nobody know
But I sure do love it
When she
get)
I am up a sycamore
Looking through the leaves
A sinner of some position
Who in the world can this heart healer be
This magical physician
the sun to comfort my eyes
North of l.a. just south of monterey
To santa rosa
I'm gonna break away
Blue grass and the sycamores and the sweet eucalyptas
relatives of ours
Like the rotifer, the sycamore
Iguanas and sea stars
My brother the ape
My brother the ape
They say you don't get (they say you don't get)
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me
Say
and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends
How high does the sycamore grow?
If you cut it
down too
I know a spot down on the river
Underneath the sycamore tree
Save all your kisses up, bring on your sweet love
Pour it all over me
All over
what it's headin' for
The underdog knuckle and brawl with the bigger ball
I spit what your wig absorb sicker than sycamore
I'm creatin' a circumstance
boy to greet.
[CHORUS]
Oh, the moonlight's fair tonight along the Wabash,
From the fields there comes the breath of new mown hay.
Through the sycamores
Out where the river runs deep
And the Sycamores grow
Nobody gotta know
If you wanna go crazy
Baby, let's go
To far down a two lane road
Ro-oo-oo-oad
I call you now first Rider
Clasp the wings above the heart
Altar of smoke and the sycamore
The cypress grove and the funeral drum
Arisens of all
Like the thorn bush twines
Against the chain link fence
Like the spider spins its rings between the trees
And the lonely sycamore bends to the breeze
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me
Say
The poor soul sat sighing
By a sycamore tree
Sing willow, willow, willow
Her hand on her bosom
Her head on her knee
Sing willow, willow, willow,
SYCAMORE ROAD
Intro.....
Baby...I've got silver and I've got gold Not in my hands but on my tongue And its the picture that we want
I've got
the water in the wishin' well
And hang all them scarecrows from a sycamore tree
Burn down all those honeymoons
Put em in a pillow case
And wait next
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper, "I love you"
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me
Say,
bruises in the morning glow
You showed me proof our love has grown
I'll race you to the top of that sycamore
Sunbathing on a limb with the wrens
Here we go zacchaeus was a wee little man
And a wee little man was he very little
He climbed up in a sycamore tree
For the Lord he wanted to see
the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
How high does the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, you'll never know
And you'll
you see
Preacher got so excited
And then he ran up a Sycamore tree
Bear walked around, stood on the ground
The preacher crawled out on a limb
Cast his
gonna catch you and that shit's gonna hurt
The drugs are gonna kill you if the city don't first
Through the leaves of a sycamore tree
I can tell by
But look, I goes in, nigga
Fuck a likkle whore
I'll stick a whore
Where the .44? Tell her likkle more
You got a sick flow? I'm Sycamore
It's like
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