The cool of the evening The strange unknown of the night The warmth of the morning The graceful bird in it's flight Well don't be afraid of the world
If they blow a hole in my backyard Everyone is gonna run away The creeks won't flow to the Great Lake below Will the water in the wells still be okay?
When the days close on The memories that you've acquired And your body Cannot hold your soul inspired You are here and not alone Everybody has come home
Well, now how did they get that lady on TV? Laughing so naturally for a Walmart ad Is it not as bad as I thought? There's a woman sending poisonous mail
Oleander, Oleander Will you bloom again this spring? I adored you, then I ignored you And now to me you?re everything And those white blossoms that you
It was a late-in-the-summer night Nearing the end of a bumpy ride Through the backstage parking lots of the country We went past the cars at the fray
You thank me all the time But now it's my turn 'Cause truly a word of gratitude so due Can't go unheard And it made me feel better To have you there
How deep in the valley Must you go To find what your footsteps Already know? The way on is the way out There are signs to follow There is deep in the
Lying there with a halo in her hair she cried There are feathers everywhere but it?s fine You do this all the time Crying now, through a rusted smile
She, she came down From the mountain And I, I stood my ground On the mountain And like a fire I'm drawn to her lust I can't run from her but Lord, I
Bridges are burning, heads are turning To a sky that's painted red Your voice grows calm inside my head Cars are crashing, buildings collapsing And your
The lock upon my garden gate's a snail, that's what it is The lock upon my garden gate's a snail, that's what it is First there is a mountain, then there
I'd always heard about the great Atlantic How it humbles you to stand upon it's shore So I thought, I'd take some time to go and see it Since I had no
I know your life on earth was troubled And only you could know the pain You weren't afraid to face the Devil You were no stranger to the rain Go rest
Oh Mary this London's a wonderful sight With people here workin' by day and by night They don't sow potatoes, nor barley, nor wheat But there's gangs
John Stewart Chorus: Comin' from the mountains, across the Northern plains. It's off to California, then back again to Maine. Singin' a song that you
My home is Colorado with their proud mountains tall Where the rivers like gypsy's down her black canyons fall I'm a long, long way from Denver with a
Well the moon was more than we could hope for We sure know a real good time We'll take him up to the cottonwood Nighttime creeping from behind Green black