: In the mist of the morning light's shadows Triumphant, he stands battered and proud In the dark of the morning light's shades The meadow is red, and
Childhood games Woods and lakes Streams of silver Toys of olden days Meadows of heaven The flowers of wonder And the hidden treasures In the meadow
: Icy wind of night be gone, this is not your domain in the sky a bird was heard to cry misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds be like
you And I know what?s true Sparkling meadows A thousand stars are shining Fall in colours blinding Rainbows in the night And I know what?s right Sparkling meadows
If I could have grown All upon my own If I could have grown I grew If I could have grew I do If I had a throne You could call it home If I cry
Can't think of any reason Don't know exactly why Must be it's out of season Give it another try I'm out here in the meadow Part of an old stone wall
Heaven knows I aint no genious ive been further down and broke ask anyone whos ever seen us and you would think i just struck gold (no chord) (chorus
Gonna run with me You better cowboy up I was three seconds in to an eight second love affair Hell I got my spurs dug in and my hand high in the air I
I don't claim to be John Wayne Ridin' across that silver screen I ain't that picture in your head all These modern day wanna b's I'm just proud that
One day little Billy said ?momma, where?s my dad?? Fightin? back the tears she said ?I knew one day you?d ask? She walked him down the hallway, to a
I spent my life savings on a cozy little farm 20 miles out of town It came equipped with a broken down fence and a half breed blue tick hound Well i called
I was drivin through the country when my car broke down. Just my luck it was a one horse town. I was reachin for my phone when out of the blue, A farmer
The meadows ring, I hear the flowers And I kissed the dandelion so sour Yo, let?s numb the pain away to this hour Yo, let?s numb the pain away, well,
One, nine, six, nine Press the tape recorder, let's get this all down real fast Before the insignificant thought goes by There's one more slow song left
Ribbons went flying out the window As we drove down the interstate Sex was something so brand new It was hard as hell to wait She made faces at the goddamn
Born from hippies back in sixty nine I was bored by 1992 I walked into a recruitment office a year before that They said, "Son, we've been waiting for
I'm not happy with myself these days I took the best parts of the script and I made them all cliche And this red bandanna is surely going to fade Even
