This land is your land this land is my land From California to the New York Island From the redwood forests to the Gulf Stream waters This land was made
dream, a colour scheme And I'd swim for the sun (so far) no matter how impossible that may seem I'd bury my feet in the foundation of a forest Becoming
damn, The life of a child is more than a forest, The life of a child is more than a border, Could ever be; A child is born in the desert sun, A tiny
Living in this fantasy, working with reality, I have come back here again,to touch the sun and feel the rain, Invitations, conversations,friends to make
gave them birth. How can we ask forgiveness after Tha damage is done, When we cannot ask the forest for a moment's shade, Though every day of sun cuts
you paint with all the colors of the wind? Can you paint with all the colors of the wind? Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest Come taste the sun
minister's daughter's in love with the snake Who lives in a well by the side of the road Wake up, girl! We're almost home Sun, sun, sun Burn, burn, burn
called the ol'Rambo,catch ambush I wish you wouldn't moosh like ya wanna come push I'll dump ya and leave ya stankin in the forest you Gump Long Beach
[Music: Sam Totman] [Lyrics: ZP Theart, Sam Totaman] Crossing battles savage seas towards the mountains high Forest plains of wilderness we're striking
fife lowly did they sound the death march as they lowered you down did the band play the last post and chorus did the pipes play the flowers of the forest the sun
The caravan moves slowly by The dog is smiling in the back By day the sun is burning white By night a million stars and the black Nobody cares to make
Turn me loose from your hands Let me fly to distant lands Over green fields, trees and mountains Flowers and forest fountains Home along the lanes of
As the night falls... The dark is gone... no more Mother thunder feel my blood As the sun rises... My veins are cold... no more The endless forests