Lyrics:
In the Spring of Forty-seven,
So the story, it is told,
Old John Sutter went to the mill site
Found a piece of shining gold.
Well, he took it
shame
Upon the hill
A night is born
Oh, time can keep its form
Upon the hill
Where night is born
Oh, the time can keep its form
An inner calling to try
Wish that I was on old Rocky Top down in the Tennessee hills
Ain't no smoggy smoke on Rocky Top ain't no telephone bills
Once I had a man on Rocky
I see the gold in my eyes
Upon the hill see them there
Follow gold
I can see the gold
In these eyes
No one cries
Not a tear was shed even though I
better
Riding through the hills of the devil's sugar
Don’t need your money 'cause gold, honey is better
Riding through the hills of the devil's sugar
feel its wonder or its laughter.
I'm once again back home in Inisfree.
I wander o'er green hills through dreamy valleys
And find a peace no other
Once upon a time in Petra Jordan
Where the ancient stones have stories untold
Carved in the cliffs by hands long forgotten
Whispers of a city bathed
The hunt is cast and ready
Still farther I journeyed through the hills and the valleys
Until upon the verge of despair I sat and rested
And there did
to the hills, pimpin', loungin' by the pool
And I love the way it feel, of course, I keep it real
Garcon, come here yo, I'm kinda parched
I want a big Blue
This is the law of the holocaust
Fire of hatred upon the altar
Burn by the eternal night
The fire will never cease
The law of sacrifice
The law
to the ocean, la-la-la, you'll slide away
Back to the ocean, I'll go back to the city lights
Back to the ocean, la-la-la, you'll slide away
Once upon a time, it
I've been over Snowdon, I've slept upon Crowdon
I've camped by the Waynestones as well
I've sunbathed on Kinder, been burned to a cinder
And many
revealed?
But I won't march again upon your battlefield"
And he took her to the window to see
And the sun, it was gold though the sky it was gray
And she
glistening
Like dew on a carpet lawn
In these dark towns folk lie sleeping
As the heavy horses thunder by
To wake the dying city
With the living
Wilson, Wilson
Wilson, Wilson
Wilson
Once upon a time there was a mountain
That rose out of a vast green forest
And in the forest there were birds
the emerald valley
To the sacred hill
In the end we were defeated, I was left for dead
Juan Montoya took our city, Angelina fled
I took to hiding in
glistening
Like dew on a carpet lawn
In these dark towns folk lie sleeping
As the heavy horses thunder by
To wake the dying city
With the living
bottles in the dark
Seen and heard by the heresiarch
Boiling in fumes pregnant of black gold's sweet perfume
Noxious the flowers by the light of the moon
who can plunder Freddie Mac?
Thatched hobbit cottages indwelt by peaceful folk and country talk
The sun shines warm upon my face, the grass I walk is
For once was an Irish queen hid away upon the sea
And no man could find her, hid away on the isle of gold
The brave sailed the world afar battling
Or who's who, living in the L.A county zoo
Pick them off like a big dog, motherfucker, woof
Once upon a time, I shot a nigga on accident (boom, boom, boom)
'Cause the game could be detrimental to ya boy."
I Silver Surf the city circuit, forever lurkin on the street surface
I spit blood for blood verses
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
'Cause the game could be detrimental to ya boy"
I Silver Surf the city circuit, forever lurkin on the street surface
I spit blood for blood verses
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