Lyrics:
Guinevere of the royal court of Arthur
Draped in white velvet, silk and lace.
The rustle of her gown on the marble staircase,
Sparkles on fingers,
The letters you wrote I treasure them so
And I hear your voice wherever I go
Echoes of love, echoes of love
Are coming to me out of the past
In the rustle
They have come to haunt the children
They have come to walk the wind
I can hear them as they rustle through the trees
Looking for the love that
They have come to haunt the children
They have come to walk the wind
I can hear them as they rustle through the trees
Looking for the love that
A sea of stardust, a cool midsummer breeze
The dew of orchids, the rustle of the leaves
The quiet magic of silhouetted trees
What could be more
And the rustle of falling leaves
A bird on the edge of a plate
Lost now forever, my love in a sweet memory
The station pulls away from the train
The blue
Kick up my shit, you wanna
Rustle these leaves
Get me so red, you wanna
Ruffle these feathers
Kick up my shit, you wanna
Rustle these leaves
Get me
music to my ears
The rumble of a train
The rustle of the wind
The rhythm of the footsteps
The blarin' of a horn
The murmur of a voice
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Pair of tin cups rolling in the backseat
Rustle like a mallet on a downbeat
Rain will make rust, water on the concrete
Have a true love, more
Rustle me (oh)
Rustle me (oh)
If you see, through your eyes
The blue sea, cold as ice
You'd throw me in, the minute you could
Rustling (ooh)
Rustling
the breeze
That rustles through the trees
And misty memories of days gone by
We could never see tomorrow
No one said a word about the sorrow
And how can
I can still feel the breeze
That rustles through the trees
And misty memories of days gone by
We could never see tomorrow
No one said a word about
easy to be kind, kind
The stars may shimmer in the black sky
The wind may rustle in the trees
You might be worried he may psych you
You might be
feel the breeze
That rustles through the trees
And misty memories of days gone by.
We could never see tomorrow,
No one said a word about the sorrow.
That rustles through the trees
And misty memories do days gone by
We could never see tomorrow
No one said a word about the sorrow
And how can you mend
We're doin' a thing called the raccoon rustle
Yeah gonna groove yeah yeah we're gotta tussle
Yeah we're gonna rustle through the night
Yeah we're
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