Sitting all alone, looking at the throne of the one I used to love
Sitting all alone, looking at the stone of my lovely inca love
The huntress stands, with peacock hands she'd take me to where she lie
I coem from a time where the burning of trees was a crime,
I lived by a sea where to be was a thing of true joy,
My people were fair and had sky in their hair,
But now they're content to wear stars on their brows.
Sitting all alone, looking at the stone of my lovely inca love
The huntress stands, with peacock hands she'd take me to where she lie
I coem from a time where the burning of trees was a crime,
I lived by a sea where to be was a thing of true joy,
My people were fair and had sky in their hair,
But now they're content to wear stars on their brows.
Well you re dirty and sweet Clad in black Don t look back And I love you You re dirty and sweet oh yea Well you...
Well she s my woman of gold and she s not very old a a ha Well she s my woman of gold and she s not very old a a...
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The toad road licked my wheels like a sabre Winds of the marsh lightly blew Stone jars stacked with star...
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Baby baby I was born to boogie Baby baby l was born to boogie Spend some time with you I wanna do all I wa...
O God High in your fields above earth Come and be real for us You with your mind Oh yes you are Beautifully fine O G...
I saw a little man who had a toy trumpet He sat on a stone with his lips to the mouthpiece He was ...
