If all that grows starts to fade, starts to falter. Oh, let me inside, let me inside, not to wait. Let all that run through the fields, through the quiet. Go on with their, on with their own hidden
I'm circling around you. We're headed for the starlight in the meantime. I love your spiral hair. That you remove and lay it there around me. Sometimes the starlight. Sometimes the starlight disa
Down to the valley where the fortunes grow. Down to the free. That gathered holy 'round the fire that grows so well On with the laughter when the work is done. It is what it is. A passing work of
There were too many years. Under spells awry. As the fortune appears. It begins to die So I've come here to wait. For the end of it all. 'Till I'm gone from here. I'm gone from here Children of