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Topic: Song 2
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ariestiger Knowflake Posts: 304 From: UK Registered: Jan 2004
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posted October 30, 2004 02:32 PM
Wake up late on a Sunday morn, Stealing among the ferns, We make our way to the hill top, And we see the people already at church; Nothing can compare To what my lover does, He runs his fingers through my hair, And we tumble into the grass; Hey, hey, hey, hey....On a scented bed of flowers We lie well past midday, We're not counting down the hours, And paradise isn't far away, Hey, hey, hey, hey... Blue sky up above us, Heaven's all around, We find in each other The best thing we've ever found, He makes me happy, makes me surrender, And honeyed words inspires, And gives me something to remember For the rest of my life, hey, hey... Recovering in our nest, We see people leave the church below, The women all dressed in their best, And the men and boys already at the door; They watch and wait, and they stand tall, Will Paradise delight their day? That's what they're all looking for, Someone to show them the way... Hey, hey, hey, hey... hey, hey, hey. hey, yeah... IP: Logged |
Randall Webmaster Posts: 19787 From: Columbus, GA USA Registered: Nov 2000
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posted November 28, 2004 10:10 AM
------------------ "Never mentally imagine for another that which you would not want to experience for yourself, since the mental image you send out inevitably comes back to you." Rebecca Clark IP: Logged | |