Come my one, look at the world
Bird, beast, butterfly
Girls sing
Here we go around again
Curve of life spiraling
Everything we've ever
I had a dream, Mr. King, if you'll beg my
Oh glad day to celebrate 'neath the cloudless sky
Air so
Mother Rose every little morn' tend to me
There she stood,
In my Blakean year I was so disposed
Toward a mission
Yesterday I saw you standing there
With your hand against the
Suffer not your neighbor's affliction
Suffer not your neighbor's paralysis
But e
I took a walk out to the sun
But I just,
I'm trampin', trampin' Try'n-a make heaven my home
I'm trampin trampin
Life is designed with unfinished lines
That another sings
Each story unfolds