Lyrics:
a lovely miracle melody
And the sound of every word that utters from your lips
Sets me aflame, burning the kindling longing
For you to come into my heart
the meadow grass is turning brown
Summertime is falling down and winter is closing in
I'll ply the fire with kindling and pull the blankets to my chin
kindling and pull the blankets to my chin
I'll lock the vagrant winter out and bolt my wandering in
I'd like to call back summertime
And let her stay for
what we pro-create;
And so we can cry
With kindling eye
As to married like we go,
What ho!
For the Stately Homes of England!
The Stately Homes
what we pro-create;
And so we can cry
With kindling eye
As to married like we go,
What ho!
For the Stately Homes of England!
The Stately Homes
the meadow grass is turning brown
Summertime is falling down and winter is closing in
I'll ply the fire with kindling and pull the blankets to my chin
what we pro-create;
And so we can cry
With kindling eye
As to married like we go,
What ho!
For the Stately Homes of England!
The Stately Homes
what we pro-create;
And so we can cry
With kindling eye
As to married like we go,
What ho!
For the Stately Homes of England!
The Stately Homes
availed us,
And Thy Word broke their sword, when our own strength failed us.
And Thy Word broke their sword, when our own strength failed us.
Kindling new
Spring's spark's what you're waiting for
Kindling into summer
Long the days until the flame
Burns into September
Winter's only sleeping through
dollar
You and me, we got our own sense of time
In Santa Barbara, Hannah cried
I miss those freezin' beaches
I walked into town
To buy some kindling
lamp
And holy fire
Mighty burning mountain
The everlasting love of one is
One is one is one is one is one is
One is the ever kindling star
King
what we pro-create;
And so we can cry
With kindling eye
As to married like we go,
What ho!
For the Stately Homes of England!
The Stately Homes
sister sung to tell my never's friend
In pleasure's garden you have wandered, throbbing in the dust of aim
Helping all my friends of wisdom, kindling
of the moon, the sweat of the sun
Sacrificial hearts for a pointing bone
With a gorgons head and a coal of skulls
They're kindling fires in open wounds
Pointing
is falling down and winter's closing in
I'll ply the fire with kindling, I'll pull the blankets to my chin
I'll lock the vagrant winter out I'll
not a father yet, so don't ask again
Salt the snail and teach it to obtain
Lay in, ataraxia, set the kindling
Weigh in, ataraxia, absolve me of my
Scuffling candles through a nation's lightless dawn
Kindling fires, mass I must wake to
Fire for hot irons, pressing big-house finery wearable
Fire for
why
I know why, I know why
Wonderin' what to look for
Is it kindling, is it sky?
If there's more to go through
Let me be there on the pile
Then
that door
I will burn this house down, before I go insane
Use that rockin' chair for kindling, watch that door go up in flames
I've seen a coyote
that door
I will burn this house down, before I go insane
Use that rockin' chair for kindling, watch that door go up in flames
I've seen a coyote
Made a fire for the very first time
From some branches of trust
And a kindling of faith
And that spark in the back of my mind
Drivin' like rain,
many friends
Walk away and not come back
I want more than that
I won't wash away
Like branches in rain
I'd rather be kindling in the light
Set
what we pro-create;
And so we can cry
With kindling eye
As to married like we go,
What ho!
For the Stately Homes of England!
The Stately Homes
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