Cowboy Junkies Lyrics
Cowboy Junkies Lyrics
"No Birds Today Lyrics"
Growing up Lyrics
NO-one told me growing up would be this hard baby No-one told me growing up would be this hard I can see,I see you sitting down Why can't
NO-one told me growing up would be this hard baby No-one told me growing up would be this hard I can see,I see you sitting down Why can't
No birds today
Just this square patch of gray
Molting sky moving in on its morning prey
No words today
No one knocking at the gate
I lost my name long before I lost my way
I wonder what he thinks out there
Pastures turn from black to green and black again
The sun it carv
THE ADULTRESS Lyrics
I'M THE ADULTRESS BUT I DIDN'T WANT TO BE AND I'M CONVENIENT AND I MAKE GOOD TEA I STAND ACCUSED OF THE WORST CRIME IN HISTORY TH
es a well worn pathI'M THE ADULTRESS BUT I DIDN'T WANT TO BE AND I'M CONVENIENT AND I MAKE GOOD TEA I STAND ACCUSED OF THE WORST CRIME IN HISTORY TH
from here to there and the next day back
No birds today
Just this dull sky of gray
Winter's quickly moving in on its skulking prey
No dust today
No clouds rising from my driveway
No hope drifting slowly my way
I wonder what he thinks in there
Past
The Mountains Of Mourne Lyrics
Dear Mary this London's a wonderful sight Oh There’s people here workin' by day and by night They don't plant potatoes, nor barley, or wheat
res turn from black to green and black againDear Mary this London's a wonderful sight Oh There’s people here workin' by day and by night They don't plant potatoes, nor barley, or wheat
The sun it carves a well worn path
from here to there and the next day back
Cold bars of steel
I'm beginning to dig the feel
of all that disappears into....ethereal
Cold words of hate
Now I'm seeing how things break
Much too late n
All The World Is Love (A. Clarke / T. Hicks / G. Nash) Lyrics
In my secluded state my mind Valued things are hard to find My mind's gone I know not where Left without a care When my thoughts are
w to cure my mistakesIn my secluded state my mind Valued things are hard to find My mind's gone I know not where Left without a care When my thoughts are
I wonder what he thinks in there
Pastures turn from black to green and black again
The sun it carves a well worn path
from here to there and the next day back
No birds today
Just this barren stretch of gray
Just this barren stretch of gray