in gentle dreams The sweetness of people Whistling in their sleep The angels in your palm Sing gentle worried songs And the sweetness of our dreams Like mountains made of steam
songs The sweetness of our dreams Like mountains made of steam The angels in your palm Sing gentle worried songs And the sweetness of our dreams Like mountains made of steam
Tradução: A Silver Mt.. Sión. Montañas hechas de vapor.
that invented the steam drill He thought he was mighty fine But John Henry srove fifteen feet The steam drill only made nine John Henry hammered in the mountains
and cash was The dew on day one back to the past before your planets axis even had a sun (Son) Ran a canyon swam a mountain's mouth and sprouted out a
like berries into it's hand. And still do The fresh walnuts made it's tongue raw. And still do Atop each mountain it craved Yet a higher mountain. And
must put her into Spencer on time" He looked round and said to his black, greasy fireman Shovel on a little more coal And when we cross that White Oak Mountain
97 you must put her into Spencer on time Well he turned around and said to his fireman shovel in a little more coal And when we cross this big White Mountain
time" Then he looked 'round and said to his black greasy fireman "Just shovel in a little more coal And when we cross that white oak mountain You can
put her into Spencer on time" Well, he turned to the black greasy fireman and said "Just shovel on a little more coal And when we cross that wide open mountain
the lakeshore She did love the sound of a summer storm It played on the lake like a mandolin Now it's washing her away once again The boat's steaming
dropped on it`s knees. Soror...Mystica. [Chorus] They laid their gazes to the ground at the ancient graves of time and mountains embraced them ceased all the changes made
't wanna Let you go Higher Ground I've been crawling To the mountains Skinned my knees with blood and hope If I stayed standing I'd be drowning The rising waters made
must put her in Spencer on time He turned around and said to his black greasy fireman Just shovel on a little more coal And when we cross that White Oak Mountain
all the frightening little skills That science has made available! And so it was, one fateful morning, Greggery peccary made his way through the steno
can see what a jump he made. Steve Brady he said to his black, greasy fireman, "Shovel on a little more coal; I'm waitin' to pass them wide-open mountains
put her in Spencer on time" Then he looked around and Said to his black, greasy fireman "Just shovel on a little more coal And when we cross that White Oak Mountain
They're still gray But they pay For your sal'ries tenfold! I took this town that formerly stank I took this town and made it smell swank! I made flushing