Oh lord, to see a light, but fail in strrength to follow, Sometimes it's hard to let it go. Oh lord, to fail in heart, and each day grow more hollow
why do they call her wren? she changed her name to fit the way that she was feeling then then wren, she spilled some wine, forgot the names they used
come into my cavern for a spell outside the ice-queen?s come again to dwell what am i like? an image strong & dark where has it gone . . the warmth from
Way down in Bowling Green Prettiest girls I?ve ever seen A man in Kentucky Sure is lucky To lie down in Bowling Green Bowling Green folks treat you kind
. . . and then the river ends, ya leave the boat & find you're walkin' . . the boat is floating in your mind, although these words are talking . . . this
i wore my boots out walkin' poured my heart out talkin' i felt the pain & i broke the chain but i still got a long way to go been on the road a?til
what were you dreaming? . . . that made you sweat . . soaking wet . . . in a fever? dark wings circling . . . slowly around . . slowly around . . slowly
and shared the wine A noble truth, a joy sublime Peace will shine with the morning Peace Peace on earth Peace Peace on earth Peace Peace on Earth Peace
sun risin' on the shoulder won't take much to grow us older, no just a little time i was in the livin' callin' could it be that you were callin' too
real love from the first time that I laid my eyes, it?s true the arrow girl?s been pointing straight at you seems like only yesterday I knew you as a
i want to sing my own song, that's all cried the bird and flew into a wall 'there must be some way out,' he cried, and his desperation echoed down the
put my brother in the meadow lady in the pine rooster crows, heaven knows aint no use cryin? aye! aye! hear the cry all those days are done ridin? on
They got tired of living and an apple going black Went up the mad river valley they never looked back Way up the mountain of a cam bell ridge Up an
Hello morning star, you're my old friend. You are days beginning, (to me you attend)??? I am racing dawn but ill never win Road signs mark the time till
In still water we found our own graves Fell in the flames Walked our own pace Your loving's been a blessing to me And the blessings returned And all
olorado on the rise through new elevations new days begun fuel the ride with anticipation & sweet summer sun down the rocks run the cool rushing waters
Soft thunder from across the meadow Rain buckets on the kitchen floor An old letter and the coffins empty But all these storms I know will weather All
All the world is lying, sleeping Everyone in bed Me, I'm still out flying Tryin' to turn on my own head Tryin' to turn on my own head Turn on my own
