Letras:
The Gathering The May Song

: I'm waiting for your hands to fold around my wrist I'm mellowing in warm grass and the scent of you I've missed And blue is representing the draft

I'm waiting for your hands to fold around my wrist I'm mellowing in warm grass and the scent of you I've missed And blue is representing the draft in

Tradução: El Encuentro. La canción de mayo (Radio Edit).

I'm waiting for your hands to fold around my wrist I'm mellowing in warm grass and the scent of you I've missed And blue is representing the draft in

view. No one's gonna bring me down, no one's gonna stop me now. Now I gathered up my sorrows and I sold them all for gold, and I gathered up the gold

In Old Hollywood, proud and gray All of the ghosts gathered round the TV We can argue all that you like We can argue until we fight But the loser may

not be deterred by your ugliness. Before my sword your two heads will roll. I will not let my sword rest until it's steel has song for your ugly twin

hidden up your sleeve Then U kill my brother 'cause U don't agree It may make sense to U but it don't to me I say going to church may be a start

fat She may bake some brownies today Saying you are welcome back She is another canyon lady Estrella, circus girl Comes wrapped in songs and gypsy shawls Songs