I will wear the sun, Ancient light through these woods, Woods that I walk through alone I will take my rest With all creatures who dwell, Under the smallest
As the spring is made alive the winter dies And the final cries of creatures are long behind And full of spirit the village starts again With one more
Bring with you a photograph machine one for anabel and one for me we walked to see the crowd that gathered there ontown square a big parade the flutes
I've been cruel and kind without knowing I fell into silence overwhelmed by these days For I'd been shown empty rulers,ruling all things Thinking the
Did you ever want to be overrun by bandits; to hand over all of your things and start over new? while we were out hunting for food our house was being
The rise and the fall upon small mountain Was fair not for all in need And i with my life has gone Away from this land of gold Formed from the seed aligned
I saw she was living under some branches i saw she was happy in her circumstances i also live under branches i'd rather not live in these places in these
I'm tired of being here On this hill No-one lives to be three hundered years Like the way it used to be I think they were giants I think they were giants
I'm mr. amateur on the freeway with a cupcake nd i couldn't fly and i couldn't make where to go so i stood alone with dirty face from cupcakes in the
No-one seems to be around today They must've all gone off without me again I think I'll head home Maybe I'll find them gathered 'round my doorstep Oh
My young bride, Why are your shoulders like that of a tired old woman? Like a tired old woman? My young bride, why are your fingers like that of the
They cannot let it expand. x3 they cannot let it. they cannot let it expand. x3 they cannot let it. they cannot let it expand. x3 they cannot let it.
I untied all the rope lines I gathered all our things and placed them beside me you never arrived and I got worried you never arrived and I was troubled
It covers the roadways it covers the hillsides it covers the houses it covers the frozen pines we had the snowfall to run all the rations dry when we
Particle separation room is made without windows they say its because someone might break in and take whatever they chose and making kingfish pies takes
Yes, I'm sorry that I missed you I'm sorry that I missed you when there's no one there to greet you I'm sorry that I missed you you're always chasing
In this camp there's one who delights me Brings me afternoon tea then she leaves me When they're climbing over the sea She helps to keep our strength
Some of them were superstitious sitting with their backs facing the orchard. all of them with mittens on their hands and feet were waiting there for winter