symphony, sad songs of the dying ones. I can hear the symphony, symphony of the dying swans. In darkened copse, are whispering shadows. From the blackened forest
Sparkling trees of silver foam Cast shadows soft in winter home Swaying branches breaking sound Lonely forests trembling ground Masquerading leaves of
(Lyrics translated by R. Devon) Sleep then my princess, oh sleep Slowly the grey shadows creep Forest and meadow are still Peace falls on valley and
's whispered that soon if we all call the tune Then the piper will lead us to reason And a new day will dawn for those who stand long And the forests
mental clock right So you can catch the prime example of those who rock right I talk tight, my mic's made of alabaster Cast a shadow beside of mount
towers Centuries or hours Dark are the winter days Holy in many ways Vaults of time unshaken Whilst as through them we are taken Sleeping forests wake
towers Watching cataclysmic showers Blood is sour Bitter sweet, thick and bland And when it dries it turns brown beneath the fingers on my hand My shadow's dense I scale the cyclone fence Shadows
flat tire to a bike A left to a right, a root beet to a sprite A dick to a dyke, a mute to a mike Wind to a kite, dark to bright, a shadow to a light
This land is your land, this land is my land From California, to the New York Island From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters This land was
, Restlessness, the reaction that you will find, From stress I guess and having a compassionate mind, I worry bout the machine of progress, ain't no stopping it, The forest
his mamma's eyes He's got his daddy's younger hands Sunset makes the shadows longer But the tavern in the valley glows Stars fly on the forest, hell
leaped the sturgeon, Sparkling, flashing in the sunshine; On it's margin the great forest Stood reflected in the water, Every tree-top had it's shadow
's bosom leaped the sturgeon Sparkling, flashing in the sunshine On it's margin the great forest Stood reflected in the water Every tree-top had it's shadow
Him; From Its Bosom Leaped The Sturgeon Sparkling, Flashing In The Sunshine On Its Margin The Great Forest Stood Reflected In The Water Every Tree-Top Had Its Shadow
IS YOUR LAND WRITER WOODY GUTHRIE Chorus: This land is your land, this land is my land From California, to the New York Island From the redwood forest
Of war and peace the truth just twists Its curfew gull it glides Upon four-legged forest clouds The cowboy angel rides With his candle lit into the sun
When the last eagle flies over the last crumbling mountain And the last lion roars at the last dusty fountain In the shadow of the forest, though she
t need no psychiatrist runnin' around town like i'm the arch diasis happen all courage and loosin' all fear i can thrill you in manilla from here to zaire a dark shadow