Texty: Joshua James. Geese.

All the leaves turn green in the summer

All the roses bloom in May

All the geese fly home for the winter

High above our earth now paved.



All the stars gleam for the night time

And the moon reflects its adjacent sun

Its so hard to find real answers

When no real side has won.

Well the grass covers up my body

And the river taught me to hear

Well trees have served as my refuge

And the dark it taught me to fear



All the men that live to burn

All the arms that love to hurt

All the hearts that have turned their worst..

We?re so cold.



All the leaves soon loose their color

And the roses begin to fade

Crying loud I hear our mother

For just a few of those geese that were saved.



Well the grass covers up my body

And the river taught me to hear

Well trees have served as my refuge

And the dark it taught me to fear



All the men that live to burn

All the arms that love to hurt

All the hearts that have turned their worst..

We?re so cold.