Whether, I'm a lover Wither, I'm a flower Whether, I'm a lover Wither, I'm a flower So city is my sister And country is your brother Learn to lose your
I will twine and will mingle my raven black hair With the roses so red and the lilies so fair And the myrtle so bright with an emerald hue The pale emanita
How she could sing the Wildwood Flower The orphan girl he would love so long In the end he knew she'd been his finest hour And all he has left of her
O flower of scotland When will we see Your like again, That fought and died for Your wee bit hill and glen And stood against him Proud edward's army,
When summertime is gone and snow begins to fall You can sing this song and say to one and all You are my flower that's blooming in the mountain so high
So what YOU make me hard If I was harder now I would crack into a million things Things I didn't really need But how I wanted so What a nice dream Didn
I will twine with my mingles and waving black hair, With the roses so red and the lilies so fair And the myrtle so bright with the emerald hue The pale
Yo Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower Electric! Wire! Hustle
My Flower Sky ------------- I have tried to paint it My own flower sky A garden of color I cannot describe And I have made a way there Through these
I made my grilled cheese with the pan you hit me on It had some bacon bits but I don't mind I made my grilled cheese with the pan you hit me on It had
Listen to what the flower people say Listen, it's getting louder every day Listen, it's like a bolt out of the blue Listen, it could be calling now for
My spring and summer, autumn winter My all time wonder man This moment in love that we share Could only be the present tense My fountain of hope, my
Dear friend, you've lost your center And cannot find the rhyme That makes you whole We can try to tell you What you already know But it's not for the
Towards the rich archaic heavens Towards the lack diorama You are the artist and the texture That plays, with mantle, of the earth When the bleakest
Woho woho woho woho woho woho woho woho woho woho woho woho woho woho woho woho woho. Roter Horizont am großen Fluß nur wir beide im
Your mouth blooms like a cut Sweet and full of sin I prick myself on your thorns And I bleed within Your leaves fade to brown And I watch you die In
In a bad land Thirsty for water Ruled by thorns and weeds Hard like stone Dry like a desert Brought by the wind A little seed germinates The beautiful