Where is my love Where is my love Horses galloping Bring him to me Where is my love Where is my love Horses running free Carrying you and me Where is
Mockingbird singing a tune No one knows she's got the blues Humming alone, singing her song Like mockingbirds do Paying no mind to the ground Ain't nothing
Here come the nightingales or could it be the mockingbird They're at my windowsill, they flew in as soon as they heard Enter the doctor and the nurse,
Mockingbird, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Mockingbird, now Everybody have you heard He's gonna buy me a mockingbird And if that mockingbird don't sing
Stormbirds drfiting on a pool at rest then come waves they just can't crest Once their in the air it's a search for the kill, thinking "if i don't do
He tells you when. he tells you why. he tells you wherefore. What to do and how it's done, and how to be for him. It's all about control. it's all about
One, two, three, four Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean The unborn grass lies waiting for its coat to turn to green The snowbird sings a song
Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean The unborn grass lies waitin' for its coat to turn to green The snowbird sings the song he always sings And speaks
Snowbird was just a little girl once All tangled up in dandelion hair and polka dots And a picture book mind full of dreams and designs And visions of
Ducks flying south and the rich men also Heading for the beaches where the warm Gulf winds blow And I'm going too, I can hear that whistle cry. '
Hey, was that you floating past the tree line? Hey, was that a feather in your hand? No, I don't mean to ask these questions No, I don't mean to rush
Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean The unborn grass lies waiting for its coat to turn to green The snowbird sings the song he always sings And speaks
Wait around I'll be walking quite a while Don't be late, hard to take Vicar twists and gets away His lipstick's running His dress is stunning He's got
Snowbird, come fly away with me, with me Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean The unborn grass lies waitin? for it?s coat to turn to green The snowbird
A little bit of smoke in the sky It's late in the evening And the end of the summer Burns upon your skin It's never too late to cry Or sleep with strangers
Mockingbirds sing, sing me what the Lord was singing On the day he made the water the color of the blues Sing me that song, sing me to till the heavens
(The aftermath of the battle, the tears and the sadness!) In the fields a blackbird cries And another star has died Mothers wail and search for sons