It's Maine.... And it's Autumn. The birches have just begun turning. It's life and it's dying. The lobstermen's boats come returning. With the catch of they day in their holds.
The story is told of the. Power of gold. And its lure on the. unsuspecting. It glitters and shines. It badgers and blinds. And constantly needs protecting..
There's a love in my life. Neither mistress nor wife. And she waits for me every morning by. the sea. Where the fishing hawk wheels. And the sun warms the seals.
Grand slam. Your moment's at hand. The day holds a costly bargain. Lost lamb. Asking the lion's share. Homespun. A prodigal son. Comes begging a humble pardon.
Christians murdered indians. Christians murdered indians. . In the history of the human race. Of all the inspirations for the separation of man from his true tribal culture.
I saw you running. Ahead of the crowd. I chased but never thought. I'd catch you.. You said you loved me. But you had to be free. And I let you.. Why did I let you?.
The whites of your eyes blind blue but bind by surprise the tired tries of. trying time and through your teeth cry lines of lies hiding under street. lights fighthing night time disguise. I can't fight the butterflies, trying.
Capture the moment. Carry the day. Stay with the chase. As long as you may. Follow the dreamer,. The fool, and the sage. Back to the days of. The innocent age..
The winds of the heart. They are as fickle as the weather. The winds of the heart. They are as constant as the moon. They blow us apart. And just as quickly turn.
Stood out in the rain. Let it soak me down. Before I called you...I called you.. Didn't see me there. Hidden by the rain. Beneath your window...But I saw you..
Foreign baby. Haha. King Fo. . [Verse 1: Foreign Foreign]. . What y'all know. What y'all know. About DRC(nothing). I'm the negga in this motherfucker.
Broken clouds along the blue horizon. The sun is setting and the wind is dying down. Outward bound. There is music all around. Can you hear it--it's the.
Now the wind is still. In a moment it will be raging. Now my soul is young. In a moment it will be aging.. And high above the pines. I wrote several lines.
Never isn't something for everyone. You lost your touch. Hiding behind transparent lines. Afraid to fail, so. safe in security. I remember what you always told me. Never isn't.