STREAMS] Oooh, now that I am free, swimming with the many fishes of the stream. Yeah, and I am welcome here, we all just connected swimmingly. Streams
: [Composer: Christofer Johnsson, Mats Lev? "Close up the Streams", I was told "Look, (the) meadows have drunk enough" In words like this, there's a
: "Close up the Streams", I was told "Look, (the) meadows have drunk enough" In words like this, there's a sign: A secret I will proclaim Run to meet
: And we walked the pagan streams And searched for white horses on surrounding hills We lived where dusk had meaning And repaired to quiet sleep, where
Heavy enough for me to get buried I see death on the road tonight It's got me to where I wanna run and hide Oh, I used to dream of oceans and streams
Masterpieces scattered not well spoken Yet still undertaken Tiny streams of orchestration Flow into this fisheye car ride Leaning close to catch his good side Tiny streams
streams of whiskey are flowing I am going, I am going Any which way the wind may be blowing I am going, I am going Where streams of whiskey are flowing Where streams
live in mansions, sick and sad Some decay without the glory And never realize what they had I'm not wasting away my dreams In shadows and shade, love streams
Frozen streams and vapours gray, cold and waste the landscape lay... Then a hale of wind Hither - whirling, Thither - swirling, Spinn the fog and spinn
[Daniels, Bagchus / Daniels, Bagchus] Streams of ancient life flowing down below visions of the past enter your mind the past goes by as you sleep at
sunny breezy sky Then a stream of gold released from golden stone Erupts late at night and melts the winter ice The golden streams The golden streams The golden streams
carried broke apart Believe in the powered distance fade From the dying dust a marauding shine For the shedded skin and soul Smile upon the chaos streams
to the door Through all eternal question Through vision of no more Tears of pain Fears insane Tears of pain Bring the reign My powers feed the streams
And we walked the pagan streams And searched for white horses on surrounding hills We lived where dusk had meaning And repaired to quiet sleep, where
"Close up the Streams", I was told "Look, (the) meadows have drunk enough" In words like this, there's a sign: A secret I will proclaim Run to meet me
O the Streams Of rovin' Nancy divide in three parts Where the young men and maidens they meet their sweetheats Its the drinking of good liquor that make