summer sky and a throat bone dry
and the fields are all gold
dusty lane with a song in my brain
and it stoned me to my soul
i climb higher move towards the fire
blaze sun
silver trees and a whispering breeze
are my sight and my sound
the thought of heaven couldn't drag me
from the path
when i'm wandering here alone
i climb higher move towards the fire
so blaze sun
watch until it dies slow falling from the sky
pale fading sun
-the sundays "folk song"
and the fields are all gold
dusty lane with a song in my brain
and it stoned me to my soul
i climb higher move towards the fire
blaze sun
silver trees and a whispering breeze
are my sight and my sound
the thought of heaven couldn't drag me
from the path
when i'm wandering here alone
i climb higher move towards the fire
so blaze sun
watch until it dies slow falling from the sky
pale fading sun
-the sundays "folk song"
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you arent a member of our atlanta sg group!
you should be.
we are nice.
the sundays always kinda put me in a quiet place. one of those damned contemplative moods. that can be a good thing or a bad thing......not really sure.