Lyrics:
to the music
When the wind is strummin' a sagebrush guitar
When over yonder hill the moon is climbin'
It always finds me wishin' on a star
Well what a ya
to the music
When the wind is strummin' a sagebrush guitar
When over yonder hill the moon is climbin'
It always finds me wishin' on a star
Well what a ya
to the music
When the wind is strummin' a sagebrush guitar
When over yonder hill the moon is climbin'
It always finds me wishin' on a star
Well what a ya
to the music
When the wind is strummin' a sagebrush guitar
When over yonder hill the moon is climbin'
It always finds me wishin' on a star
Well what a ya
to the music
When the wind is strummin' a sagebrush guitar
When over yonder hill the moon is climbin'
It always finds me wishin' on a star
Well whatta ya
to the music
When the wind is strummin' a sagebrush guitar
When over yonder hill the moon is climbin'
It always finds me wishin' on a star
Well what a ya
Tell me how I'm supposed to live without you
I'm missing all the things we used to do
Look at all the things we've been through
Now its over girl
thumpity, thump, thump,
thumpity, thump, thump
Vm look at frosty go
Vm&mm thumpity, thump, thump,
thumpity, thump, thump
Vm over the hills of snow
'bout sittin' in a chair
On the front porch watchin'
I'm just now comin' up over the hill
And I got no plans of stoppin'
Cause the older I get
the food that rots slowly in the aisle
A mass of nameless at the oasis
That hides the graves beneath the master's hill
Are buried for drinking
The rivers
Until you see the water
You'd never know
Start heading north
To feel the waves below
And the sweet hills
The sweet hills in the distance
Show me
A couple my hoes got class I got high junts
Yeah I might just skip a lil class I got hight drunk
Yeah I remember crossing over sands just like the high jump
Energy
Energy is everything
Energy
Inner be
Introspective ID
Defined by other world beings
Now ima talk through this
Poetic like Wale up on an intro
But my
blood
But our brave clans, they boldly stood
Upon the Haughs of Cromdale"
"But, alas, we could no longer stay
For over the hills we came away
And sore we
at the finish line and there ain't no drill
It's so far behind that it don't got the brains to quit it
When she blows up she'll scatter cross the hills Lord,
up she'll scatter cross the hills Lord, Lord
When she blows up she'll scatter cross the hills"
Now, John Henry had a little woman
I believe the lady's
falling
So ends this day
The road is now calling
And I must away
Over hill and under tree
Through lands where never light has shone
By silver streams that
to the music
When the wind is strummin' a sagebrush guitar
When over yonder hill the moon is climbin'
It always finds me wishin' on a star
Well what a ya
to the music
When the wind is strummin' a sagebrush guitar
When over yonder hill the moon is climbin'
It always finds me wishin' on a star
Well what a ya
The hilltops with glory were glowing
'Twas the eve of a bright harvest day,
When the ship we'd been wearily waiting
Sailed into Killala's broad bay.
And over
The hilltops with glory were glowing
'Twas the eve of a bright harvest day,
When the ship we'd been wearily waiting
Sailed into Killala's broad bay.
And over
to the music
When the wind is strummin' a sagebrush guitar
When over yonder hill the moon is climbin'
It always finds me wishin' on a star
Well what a ya
That spilled over from the gardens of the houses on Cyprus Avenue
Watching the moth catcher working the floodlights in the evenings
And meeting down by
One day running over the hill
Little one
I've seen birds flying over the bill
Seen the sun
Down by the river under the trees
I've met my one
She
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