is lost And without speed, hope becomes certainty And for once I'm certain (I never felt better now) A garden is it's own perfect world Where everything has a place Every leaf, every stone
in rhyme. [DMX] Come on! If I was a rolling stone, I'd roll until I flew. [DMX] Come on! And if I was a garden I would bloom in black for you. [ODB]
will think of You We remember We remember You, O Lord We remember We remember You, O Lord How could we forget There in the garden You cried for it?
a Lotus and we're tougher than a stone. And the age of our innocence is somewhere in the garden. We like the music of the sixties It's The Rolling Stones
Words & music: billy joel ** chantal often played this song while touring for under these rocks & stones. a hit in the late 70's for piano man billy
a sight It's just like paradise, for my eyes A truly grand creation, what a sight From up here it looks so nice, for my eyes Right here we stoned the
and I need ya Need ya to beg my pardon, to tend my garden Flowers, she's sittin' for poses She wants me to sing my song Hours, she's like a stoned moses
wind has always blown We build our little garden on a bed of sand and stones It took to long for me to be who I am Maybe it's enough for me to be it
there you are, still as stone Stretching skin over bone Well, they say I've lost my will But I'm just standing still In a world that swallows cowards For
more akin to hate) Vying constantly for power and changing sides with every hour, in homes built with machine-gun-towers, (the sights trained on the garden
you want and soon you'll know the why. why and for what. for the sake of a love like no other. for something we've never known. for the hope of another
the rain comes tumbling down Pulling weeds and pickin' stones Man is made from dreams and bones Feel the need to grow my own 'Cause the time is close at hand Grain for
you built a garden to watch it rot you could get blood from stone if you want but for you to be infectious maybe not the needle got me and i'll bleed
to see You're looking vile A setting stone Setting stone You're on your own You're on your own A setting stone Stone of ??? Perfect ??? human
We are the roses in the garden Beauty with thorns among our leaves To pick a rose you ask your hands to bleed What is the reason for having roses When
please the old ones, and I don't know what to say. Tonight, as dark is falling, I am tending to my garden, Tending to my garden, and the crop that I
gardens of our making. If we'd never taken anything, but only given... If we could forgive, forget and rearrange the patterns. If you'd never thrown a stone
s a gas Will I walk there again. In the sleeping Vale of Evesham lies a shady town in market garden land The abbey, demonic and provoking I have laid across its stones