Lyrics:
A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin'.
The green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.
'Twas so good to be young then, in a season of plenty,
covers every mountain high) always
(Until the dolphin flies and parrots live at sea) always
(Until we dream of life and life becomes a dream)
Did you
been through change, by the season of the storms
It's irony, the cleansing
Except eccentric faith, to need religion to sit high
Among the elect
do I meditate day and night
Therefore I must be like a tree
Planted by the rivers of water
And bring'eth forth fruit in due season
I locks also
Hey, rebel soul
Rebel soul
I feel just like I'm trapped by nighttime
I sleep with one eye open in the day
I've walked the wrong way but I've walked
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep
Hollow boned and feathered
She fell to him,
Wriggling perdition she plucked
From deep within.
Feasted high on flowering branches
The fruit
the season of plenty
When the catfish were jumping
As high as the sky
A time just for planting
A time just for ploughing
A time to be courting
Go knee high
And swim for your life
The sound that's under been loud
It's undercover real loud
Weakened by a season
And I hope for something like
morning about quarter to three
I'm banging on my door cause I just lost my key
Open up, baby, you got someone else inside
I'm going to come get you
O'Diamonds is a hard card
Jack O'Diamonds is a high card
Jack O'Diamonds is a hard card
But it ain't hard enough
Jack O'Diamonds can open for riches
The villages go by like trees
The rivers and the hills
The forest and the streams
Children gaze open mouth
Taken by surprise
Nobody down below believes
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
Hear the Salvation Army band.
Down by the riverside's
Bound to be a better ride
Than what you've got planned.
Carry
There's no reason
There's no compromise
Changing seasons
Living the high life
I don't know you
So don't freak on me
I can't control you
You're
the season of plenty
When the catfish are jumpin' as high as the sky
A time just for plantin' a time just for ploughin'
A time to be courtin' a girl
me the microphone
cnd we'll be in high cotton
Hoping those good times last
The highway's open, see the seasons rolling past
walk in the sunshine
In the open side by side (in the morning)
Chance to hold you, chance to hold you
Chance to hold my head up high
In the morning
Piling high in loving cups!
Then we know that we're alive
If we weren't
Sure before
I reach for you by my side and soar
Revolution Earth
ridin' by
See, I used to be the wife of a king (yeah)
Back when I was smugglin' them things in the bing (Holiday Season)
Now that I'm a boss bitch, it's
A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin'.
The green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.
'Twas so good to be young then, in a season of plenty,
Shall come to you, O Israel!
Oh, come, O Key of David, come,
And open wide our heav'nly home,
Make safe the way that leads on high,
And close
so so high, so low
I can touch the sky with no try
Why do I get down just to get high?
I'm wide open on the ten, touch fire and you'll get burned
A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin'.
The green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.
'Twas so good to be young then, in a season of plenty,
postponed
And it's time to look back on the things you thought you owned
Do you remember them well?
Were you high or just stoned?
And how many grudges did
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