Lyrics:
I wished I was in some lonesome valley
Where womankind cannot be found
Where the little birds sang on the branches
And every moment a different
Do your roots run deep, are your branches high?
And if your words were seeds that were goin' in the ground
And your love was rain farmers prayed
In our brief candle
We burn bright and fast
We look for a way
To make it last
Tie me to the tree of life
Bind me to its branches
Until I know it all
With your clover, pickin' cherries
Taking pills, and running with the steam
Love's so make believe
Swinging branches by your mission
And by
a barren land
You hold my life in your hands
You are the vine, we are the branches
You are the light, shining in our darkness
And no one can stand against
try your best, 'cause,
No man is an island, no man stands alone.
Look at the branches they are losing their color,
Watch them as they grow,
Le jour où j’aurai des ailes
J’irai voir les hirondelles
Perchées, perchées
Sur les branches du peuplier
Le jour où j’aurai des ailes
J’irai voir
keep us from buttoning up
Held close to the vest as to not open up
Fallen branches and dreams
Out among the leaves
Stolen glances and keys
In a world
And summer comes to Springville Hill
A barony of ivy in the trees
Expanding out its empire by degrees
And all the branches burst abloom
In the boom
Heaven
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree
Your branches green delight us
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree
Your branches green delight us
You're green
on a three-year tour
The next tide will take us from shore
Windlaced, gather in sail and spray
On a search for the mighty sperm whale
Fly your willow branches
I am the puddles in the street
Waiting for your falling leaves
Twine your vines around me, drop your branches in my path
Linger, let me linger
Hearts
I am the true vine and you are the Branches says the Lord
Whoever remains in me
And I in him
Bears fruit in plenty
Alleluia
Blossom the petals of your light
Branches and leaves grow from your skin
The Green Man is blessing you again
Hug the trees, your friends
Seeds of love in
Pando, how deep do your roots go?
How many times have you watched your friends decay?
Withered branches fall in patterns underlaid
But you stay
Teach
In the night it creaks and bends
Old branches twist the winds ascend
Darkness falls the moon it glows
Whispering willow starts to grow
Lightning
Pseudo cool, plutôt stylé
Plutôt nul, pseudo branché
Pseudo cool, plutôt stylé
Plutôt nul, pseudo branché
Tu comptes encore sur ta mère
Quand tu es
me
Like the falling needles on the branches of a dying evergreen
Eucalyptus me
Captive in your fragrance
Evening passes silently
Drinking magic potions
Noctilucent
Through the trees and branches I climbed
To see the vistas behind me
In the shadows... of the summer night skies
Waiting for autumn
Christopher Robin and I walked along
Under branches lit up by the moon.
Posing our questions to owl and eeyore
As our days disappeared all too soon.
And sea-shell branches in the park
I'm gonna burn them all
And bury your name
Photographs of your face
Against the wind
Against the rain
I'm gonna burn
Withering tree, bearing no fruit
Never will see an evergreen suit
Reaching right out, out for the sun
Broken old branches, fall one by one
Into
When you came to town I fell for you it seems
To a house with twisted branches
And a candle dream
I'll be your alabaster queen
Your alabaster
Le jour où j'aurai des ailes
J'irai voir les hirondelles
Perchées, perchées
Sur les branches du peuplier
Le jour où j'aurai des ailes
J'irai
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