the grass covered o'er, seems so neglected
When the spring seasons come, sweet flowers will bloom
I'll never forget the love mother gave us
As children »
Memories of Mother
Stanley Brothers & The Clinch Mountain Boys 1953-59
by The Stanley Brothers
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With eyes of fire
No one can see
The smoke from the sweet grass
Covers me
I am drawn
I am drawn to her
Like a moth to flame
She leads me down »
Unbound
Contact from the Underworld of Red Boy
by Robbie Robertson
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With eyes of fire
No one can see
The smoke from the sweet grass
Covers me
I am drawn
I am drawn to her
Like a moth to flame
She leads me »
Song for Olabi
Quiet Letters
by Bliss
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the moon melts down
Breeze, breeze, breezes awake
Plays with a beam, paints the scene
Its green, green, green is the grass
Covered by pearls
A web »
Ray
Public Recording & Touch of E!
by Gry Einheit
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When I am gone sing for me no sad songs plant no flowers at my head
Feed the green grass that coveres me or a dew drop wet
And I hope you'll »
Shed Me No Tears
Harper Valley P.T.A.
by Jeannie C. Riley
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First snow on the autumn ground
Covers grass where she once lay down
Blanket of white, grass out of sight,
Where did she go, tell me first snow. »
First Snow
On My Way: 1963 Demo Session
by Phil Ochs
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regrets then blades of grass
That covers up this dirt
On this big old ball we all call
God's Green Earth
(Chorus)
Oh,your memory has colored me »
God's Green Earth
Tracy Lawrence
by Tracy Lawrence
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Thirty odd years before on some grass covered wasteland,
A boy is observed on his own who is watching and playing.
He's just made a pact with »
The Lie
A Curious Feeling
by Tony Banks
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now
(Doo run de run de doo run de run de)
It's still so early in the morning
The grass is all covered with dew now
(Doo run de run de doo run de »
In the Parkin' Lot
Shut Down, Vol. 2
by The Beach Boys
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his bonny boy while he's growing
O, now my love is dead and in his grave doth lie
The green grass that covers him, it groweth up so high
O, once »
The Trees They Do Grow High
A Distant Bell
by Caroline LaVelle
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the art, I'm asking with force
To mass of your thoughts, to your ass is a corpse
Cover grass in a burst, unfasten your purse
Give your cash to the clerk, »
Jurass Finish First
Quality Control
by Jurassic 5
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