tall black trees in the wind, they sway and they bend. leaves in your face, now you're gone. a war can last too long. a memory in your place
Rocks prefer to simply sit. To gain none, lost none, just exist. But nary should an ocean rise, they'd become sand and disappear with the tides. When trees
Know that Mama told me Never to come But I came softly, slowly Banging me metal drum Like Berryman Bed-wet poet fears That better man drink taller beers Like scientist I lost
Turn me round Switch me on Let me go I have a mind of my own In hiding I lie silent at last I am free from my past I walk among the tall trees
Lord Chorus When You stand the tall trees and mountains bow When You speak the fiercest of oceans is still And I see the sinner seek devotion The lost
: [Ice Cube] Now is the time... C'mon y'all Stand tall, live your life to the limit Cause haterism seem like a fucking epidemic And look at Ice Cube
: Skimmin' the tops of tall trees through the clear light of free speech a sudden memory dis-ease claims the air all around me i'm gettin' lost in the
one knows I can't be wrong So I'll sing the same old song I tried to be strong For you Why have you left me? Amongst the tall trees I know I gave her
Barbara in summer Yeah, she feels like that Hey she's like a canyon drive In a midnight sky Those yese are deep enough To get lost Her legs are palm tree tall
early one Tuesday morning and decided to go for a walk in the tomato field behind her house. As she was walking along she saw a magnificently tall invisible tree
Im smokin loudly, i woke them all I pick up that tree, when its not far Im gone off that tree, when its not tall Im in love with tree, i'm a avatar I
times in the same night Now I got keys for you, I believes in you Ma, don't you know I bleeds for you? Sheeeit, real tall, you was meant for me No pretendin
home by moonlight alone Or can we go out to where the wind howls And stand to lean up against the trees? They've grown up so tall that you can't see
grassroots and let 'em grow I understand, it ain't no love lost But little kids, it ain't no Santa Claus But remember, brothers and sisters You can still stand tall
Praise Him in the mornin' For tall and lofty trees And praise Him in the evening For children on their knees Oh and praise Him in the noonday For gentle
Barbara in summer, yeah, she feels like that Hey, she's like a canyon drive in a midnight sky Those eyes are deep enough to get lost Her legs are palm tree tall
a big tall field of corn cursing the day that man was born Nobody gonna love on me no more Nobody gonna love on me I'll die a crying 'neath the willow tree
