All creation is a song waiting to be sung. All of nature like a prayer waiting for a tongue. But who will give it voice and make it's anthem ring. Or rise to lead a choirof all created things
It's so sad, livin' at home. Far from the city and the midnight fun. It's so bad, goin' to school. So far from me and the dirty things that we do. I'm thekingofthe night time world. And
shoot through the night like a shot gun. I'm gonna get on down, I wanna get on down I'm thekingofthe mountain. I'm thekingofthe mountain Listen, don't try to save my soul from destruction. I'm