down You know that you can lean on me No matter the situation Girl, I'm gon' hold you down [Verse 3] [Fat Joe:] Like green, it's the autumns Things
true love, What can I do but yearn." "When will we meet again, sweetheart, When will we meet again?" "When the autumn leaves that fall from the trees Are green
over the hill The autumn leaves will all be falling soon and then winter will come in for the kill But there are still green trees and one last round
wand When I awoke I saw before me in the dawn [Chorus:] Aspen gold among the green. Prettiest sight my eyes have ever seen. Aspen gold among the green
seventeen, it was a very good year. It was a very good year for small town girl and soft summer night. We'd hide from the light on the village green
: I like to sit here in the sunshine The trees in the fields are green sublime Suspended in time And don't it make you feel small? I like to sit here
titties turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab Sores that was open wounds eventually turn to scab Trees bright and green turn yellow brown Autumn
strong Niagara's thunders wake The echo of the world; Where red Missouri bringeth Rich tributes from the west, And Rappahannock sweetly sleeps On green
colder, the nights and weekends too I'm trading in my greens and reds for different shades of you The stars are shinning bright now, falling down like autumn
own agenda Give up the great pretender With baby eyes of green Wake up you're holding on to nothing You know you're only bluffing As dead as autumn leaves
: Tire swings, summer dreams, honeysuckle on the breeze Whistle County creek Laying in the green grass, I was watching clouds pass Baby, you were watching
: Standing in the middle of a forest basking in the glorious autumn watching the leaves as they change from green, from green to orange, yellow and
say, God didn't make the little green apples, and it don't snow in minneapolis when the winter comes. And there's no such thing as make-believe, puppy dogs or autumn
was seventeen, it was a very good year. It was a very good year for small town girls and soft summer nights. We'd hide from the light on the village green
as my spouse A dog in the yard, to protect the premises Fuck Good Times, I'm talkin' about some of that Cosby shit Four bedroom home, white trimmed with green
: I made the first mistake that winter makes I bought the wrong coat In autumn Santa wears a green cloak In winter he wears red I never thought that