sign my song Blessed and holy song Song like wind Like trees, like stream and stone Like moon in fullmoon Like eternal Menhir Like severe white winter Song
, Father, Son They mean more than anyone Take it home Fall winds blow and the red leaves falling Don't know there's a voice keeps calling Saying, you have found your song
hadn't been for love Never woulda seen the trouble that I'm in If it hadn't been for love Woulda been gone like a wayward wind If it hadn't been for
to tree I grew so tall Through wind and rain I could not fall But now my branches suffer and my leaves don't offer Poetry to men of song Trees like
grew so tall Through wind and rain I could not fall But now my branches suffer and my leaves don't offer Poetry to men of song Trees like me weren'
my soul You ask if I'll grow to be a wise man Well I ask if I'll grow old You ask me if I've known love And what it's like to sing songs in the rain
soul You ask if I'll grow to be a wise man Well I ask if I'll grow old You ask me if I've known love And what it's like to sing songs in the rain
like it you can kiss my ass in a lint thong Now sing along, slut this, slut that, learn the words to the song Oh bitches don't like that, homie I'll
bet you wondering how we like to do things around here well we like to do 'em with family were family, family everyone of us is family what would life be like
But I always thought that I'd see you again Been walkin' my mind to an easy time My back turned towards the sun Lord knows when the cold wind blows it
where I have been T' sit with elders of the gentle race This world has seldom seen Th' talk of days for which they sit and wait All will be revealed Talk and song
of loss. And there's nothing to follow There's nowhere to go She's gone like the summer gone like the snow And the crickets are breaking his heart with their song
Cosette lead a wedding procession) CHORUS Ring out the bells Upon this day of days! May all the angels Of the Lord above In jubilation Sing their songs
a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott. Only reapers, reaping early, In among the bearded barley Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding
