Your lion has left the ring now. Blood there in the dust. Every jaw hanging open. Look on if you must. . How are you dreaming?. High on your hill. Gold in the turning light.
There in the wheat,. I heard you sigh.. I don't know the size of it.. Who can know?. . Patriot,. Under the spell,. Maybe howlin' underground,. Ear at the dirt..
Behind the red door in american skin. there is a murder of roses. In the midnight hiss come cover me there. For i am electric nothing. . Out on the tide strangers all are drowing by.
My roots are deeper than the bones, the others. My colors that change with the sun. My branches, were higher. Than anything on the hillside. On the day that I watched them all come.
Searching, I've spent a lifetime, darling. Searching, looking for someone like you. Dreaming, in all my dreams I dream. That someday I'd find someone like you.
(Pat Alger/Ralph Murphy). Sometimes I stop on my way home. And watch the children play. And I wonder if they wonder. What they'll be someday. Some will dream a big dream.
Tried a thousand times, used a million lines. Tryin' to explain. 'Cause they don't have a word. For the kind of hurt that never goes away. . When I try to think it though, it all comes back to you.
Night is comin' on. Feelin's gettin' stronger every hour. Like [Incomprehensible] in the midnight glow. Slowly gettin' close and next to you in the night.
When the south wind of summer. Sings through the trees. And the high mountain thunder. Hangs low in the breeze. . A strong heart flows over. An empty heart fills.
I'm a ship, I'm a ship, I'm a ship. Out on the sea. None of my love. Floating wild come back to me. . So I write you a letter, I'll write you a letter.
SWEETHEARTS IN HEAVEN. Writer Buck Owens. Copyright 1961. . Will there be sweethearts in heaven after we've crossed the line. If the angels have sweethearts then I want you for me.
Words don't get through to you my calls you just ignore. I'm sorry is nothing new to you you've heard those words before. The closest to a human voice is violins they say.
There's something pretty in a summer rainbow. There not just colors anymore. There's something pretty in the way the stars glow. Something I never saw before.
SLIGHTLY USED. Writers Wynn Stewart, Curtis Leach, Bobby George. . Before we slip and fall in love, I'd better caution you. I'm the kind they've warned you of, I've slipped a time or two.
SING THAT SAME SONG AGAIN. Writers Wynn Stewart and Bobby George). Copyright 1967. . Sing that same song again sing it over. I wanna feel that same mood again so sing it over.
Sing me a song of sadness and sing it as blue as I feel. If a tear should appear it's because she's not heres. So sing a sad song and sing it for me. .
I go to see my little girl she's all I have left in the world. And I gave her a book to color on. Her mom and I just can't agree so I just see her once a week.
There are strories about a lady always waiting for her man. I've got a girl named Sha-Marie a waitin' for me in Louisianne. Sha-Marie Sha-Marie wait a little longer if you can.
The seasons come the seasons go. We get a little sunshine rain and snow. Just the way that it was planned to be. But there's no season in my heart. While you play the leading part.
I have searched a sea of faces but not one of them replaces. That old feeling everytime I looked at you. Oh how well I can remember your love so sweet and tender.