Bright Eyes Lyrics
Bright Eyes Lyrics
"Oh, You are the Roots That Sleep Beneath my Feet and Hold the Earth in Place Lyrics"
Down By The Riverside Lyrics
(Kim Williams/Clay Walker/Kent Blazey) The wind was blowing through your hair The moon was shing on your face You looked like a picture sit
(Kim Williams/Clay Walker/Kent Blazey) The wind was blowing through your hair The moon was shing on your face You looked like a picture sit
I met you through a common friend,
in the attic of my parents' house.
And though I didn't know it then,
I soon was finding out...
You are the roots that sleep beneath my feet,
and hold the earth in place.
Each time a faucet opens,
words are spoken,
the water runs away,
and I hear
My Mother Had A Brother Lyrics
My mother had a brother They say that I was born on the day that he died Someone to cling to, she said When all the noises and the shame came ca
your name.My mother had a brother They say that I was born on the day that he died Someone to cling to, she said When all the noises and the shame came ca
No, nothing has changed.
There was this book I read and loved,
the story of a ship.
who sailed around the world and found,
that nothing else exists;
beyond his own two sails,
and wooden shell,
and what is held within.
All else is sure to pass,
we clutch and grasp,
Those resourceful Romeos have all revealed You're the Juliet who couldn't be genteel All the parents looked askance with much displeasure As you
But when the wind starts to shift,
there's no argument.
I sing and drink,
and sleep on floors,
and try hard not to be annoyed,
by all these people worrying about me.
So when I'm suffering through some awful drive,
you occasionally cross my mind.
When I See That Girl Of Mine Lyrics
When I see that girl of mine Makes me want to sigh When I see that girl of mine Makes me want to sigh I don't care if the sun don't shin
It's my hidden hope that you are still among them.When I see that girl of mine Makes me want to sigh When I see that girl of mine Makes me want to sigh I don't care if the sun don't shin
Well are you?
Oh, you are the roots that sleep beneath my feet,
and hold the earth in place.
each time a curtain opens,
sunlight pours in,
a lifetime melts away.
And we share a name,
on some picturesque grave.