Train bull shameful walk the rail Law and pistol for the low dogs tail I live on fox I?m sittin in the sun Wakan oyate wakan nape Wotan in washte Listen
deeply shaken see I come that way I'll at ease in my own skin I hum along to the down home drone down in my soul to stay ain't gonna listen to my own
She into me See into me Soaring over my heart She for the keeping Of each passing day I pray Of each passing day I pray She among the precious ones Far
He come up and throw himself down he finds no strength to get off this ground by the wave of the horsetail by the wave of the horsetail he wishes no height
I must miss you Under the ashen sky And out from among them You and you Those who spin as glass On this iron ship Into their own hands cast Oh it is this
The songs begin at nightfall The wind blows to the north The wind is blowing stronger It blows my tail to the north See the small dogs come running See
Did you o man Give horse his might Did you o man clothe his neck with mane he rushes out to meet the sword he laughs at fear and is not dismayed lay hand
To enter his rest To enter his rest Close to his chest An after his own heart Shepherds enter at measure 33 One foot on land And one upon the sea She
This fear is only the beginning All for the loving hand Yes I smile and I agree It is a good night to shiver A good tounge might make it right All Ive
what are you about say something secret in an old order hush trouble and suffering in a lovely rhythm a homespun clapboard blackstrap thrush devoted
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My anger is a storm with no rain Thoughts take you away again And when you leave me where do you go Already I've forgotten that you wait for me At the
And in so They took on As far as one can go To crack the smile And the old backbone You offer up not your reason alone Deep asleep as wolves Who rise
At the orchard gate today Was that tomorrow Istenem Make a fire Kiss your heart Risha Arabic for feather In this way my love Whispers to me Warm, beloved
You seek a vision To get your hardened hearts to beat I cannot see in this light I cannot think in this heat Fingers on glass and a singing horn The oldest
your hand with the mother of my children the morning comes where the land sinks deep in it's color bless the ground where we kneel safe in your woven
one eye hide me in your hand with the mother of my children where the land sinks deep in it's color bless the ground where we kneel safe in your woven