Folk Song
Sundays
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2004-12-21 08:35:56 |
Summer sky and a throat bone dry
and the fields are all gold
dusty lane with a song in my brain
and it stoned me to my soul
I climb higher move towards the fire.....blaze sun
Silver trees and a whispering breeze
are my sight and my sound
the thought of heaven couldn��t drag me from the path
when i��m wandering here alone
I climb higher move towards the fire.... so blaze sun
watch until it dies slow falling from the sky
pale fading sun

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