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sorrow
Ian think it was hard to maintain bands now im rich and got more problems
Headed out with millions sittin' on my brain ian give myself no option
He

sorrow
She is a goldfinch climbing trees with me
Down by the rusty stream
And don't believe you can't save lives with dreams
And I'll just hold her tonight

Sewn by destruction
No seeds, no life, no growth
Only decay - of the weaponry - and of their memory
Consequence
Scattered on the fields
Contested

garlic mouth, and flourish like a gowan field.


Hark: the dream will manifest, the sorrow subside, the fear assuage. Ere the Sun runs out of fuel

and with sorrow
Spent all with fear and for fear and by fear
There is no safe place

The Judgment has come to take us all at once
The dead have their

all the flowers are laughing
From your clouds all your sorrows fall like rain
The fields come alive when your silence sings
and seeds of hope spring

The Prodigal Son

Hank Williams

Health & Happiness Shows

1993

sorrows
Goodbye to the fields, that I used to roam
I'm going away where, life is eternal
My shepherd is callin me home.

From out of the sky, he's coming

Cathedral bells, cathedral bells 
To the crypt we make our way 
Oh what sorrow fills my eyes 
As I bear my casket's weight 

Creeping through

They call him Mr Crim
They say he's walked amidst
The fields, the peaks, the cliffs, the sea, the stars
And freed Metora's Flame
Well I wonder if

sorrows
Underneath that old willow
Oh his soul was set free
Underneath that old willow tree

I dreamt of a secret garden
A willow in the middle of the field

Your troubled mind conducts the sorrow
Too far away to watch the moment die
The long and winding road is for the most
The lonely path is yours to follow

repose
I suffocate
To the sea of clouds
You go
The heavens sing a song
Of sorrow
Forever we're bound
By this oath
Still, we endure
Carrying the torch
This

fills craters left by the bombs
Sorrow fills psyche of someone's son
Politicians' great ambitions
And grim reaper exhibition

As we charged across

Workingman's Blues #2

Bob Dylan

Modern Times

2006

There's an evenin' haze settlin' over town
Starlight by the edge of the creek
The buyin' power of the proletariat's gone down
Money's gettin' shallow

you

Feel the wind of heaven blow 
Over fields for all time unfrozen 
Hearing words of ancient wisdom calling out to me 
Let the tears of sorrow go

to a living fantasy

You cant control your mind when your heart is a landslide
The fields of sorrow and grief are a past memory

Touch the hand that feeds you

In waving fields where wide sweeps the sky across a land so vast.
I sit in silence, only the wind's howl I hear.
It guides an aching mind to plains

In waving fields where wide sweeps the sky across a land so vast.
I sit in silence, only the wind's howl I hear.
It guides an aching mind to plains

away
Medusa, I hear your sorrow in every sigh
You cling to my hands and say you understand
But Medusa
I know it's a lie

Medusa says she's been cursed by

I'll leave my land for you
I'll leave my fields and I will go
far away from here.
Weeping, I'll cross the garden
and with your memories, I will go

the field and the city I am blessed
In season out of season I am blessed

B L E S S E D
I'm B L E S S E D

Anything I lay my hands on it is always a success
I

Welcome to the Tromonous
Welcome to the Tromonous
Welcome to the Tromonous
Welcome to the Tromonous

This pure consciousness is called by modern

Voices

Judy Collins

Voices (Includes Songbook and a Memoir)

1995

tomorrow
Count the deadly flowers in the fields and woods
Count them like a rosary of sorrow.

Can't you hear the voices from across the sea
Calling

your hair
Dreams and leaves of sorrow bequeath to you
By the deeds of your fathers
Hidden from your view
But in the north the thunderclouds would judge