a sparrow Lands on her gravestone I raise my head and realize I am no longer alone Haven of shadows in the garden of stones Cold wind blows out the
arrives a sparrow Lands on her gravestone I raise my head and realize I am no longer alone Haven of shadows in the garden of stones Cold wind blows
We are the roses in the garden, beauty with thorns among our leaves. To pick a rose you ask your hands to bleed. What is the reason for having roses
black cat across my path, the chill of cold wind, the breath of the dead. Imprisoned souls. Trapped for eternity. Black crows break the silence. The garden
back's a sixty pound stone On my shoulder a half mile of line Come on up for the rising Come on up, lay your hands in mine Come on up for the rising
mi so Girl you shine so bright, yeah She's the flower in my garden Pretty pretty, pretty baby Pretty pretty, pretty girl The flower in my garden, girl
des jouissances de ta vie Mais ne laisse pas ces jouissances detruire et mepriser mon souvenir Sois heureux, sois aime, comment ne le serais-tu pas? Mais garde
He walked alone up the rocky road, To find the place, to read the stone, And bring the word back, from the top of the mountain, Where it would be; The
... I will And there beside a mountain stream, I'll build a house of stone, And work the wood of cedar, pine and fir, And then I'll make a garden, And
we'll strip down And let the water wash away all lies In the yard, behind the church where Butterflies and blackbirds perch on Gray stones as the garden
(Midlake Cover) Stone-cutters made them from stones Chosen specially for you and I Who will live inside The mountaineers gathered timber piled high
left me Come back again, I?m waiting for you, my star and my happiness To the garden of our love, I went to look for you, But you got lost in the crowd
Man X went up to Man Y, Stepped in his garden and spat in his eye and said ?I aint movin? your grass is greener- you wanna settle this name your arena
the back streets of dirty Jersey Troops with scully hats and Timberland boots No more break-dancing for loot. Niggas hustle and shoot In the Garden
like an eagle above while I waltz away anyway then I'm waltzing my days away searching for this woman I love (and the moment you see me, I will live in your life) (we will walk through my garden
