In the quiet morning
There was much despair
And in the hours that followed
No one could repair
That poor girl
Tossed by the tides of misfortune
Barely here to tell her tale
Rolled in on a sea of disaster
There would be despair
And in the hours that followed
No one could repair
That poor girl
She cried out her song so loud
It was heard the whole world round
A symphony of violence
The great southwest unbound.
Take me now baby here as I am Pull me close try and understand Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe L...
dance to the sun a kiss to the earth embrace a stone come the small black book come the brandy cask o...
Heaven is this heaven wher we are See them walking if youi dare if you call that walking Stumble stagger f...
A lie to say 34 O my mountain has coal veins and beds to dig 500 men with axes and they all dig for me 34...
Well they left then in the morning a hundred pairs of wings In the light moved together in the colors o...
For whom do the bells toll When sentenced to die The stuttering rifles Will stifle the cry The mo...
Crowds gather round kneeling at the feet of common thieves Hungry for the word but God would never spe...
You were looking away from me western skies calling you Colors spilling running dazzling you I was ...
I dreamed of a circle I dreamed of a circle round And in that circle I had made were all the worlds unformed...
love breaks apart is a myth of human kindness love breaks apart is amyth of human kindness love breaks apart ...
