Album : Numbers
Clean Lyric
Paragraph Lyric
Oh the trees grow higher than the mountains
In the land of free love and goodbye
The river's ever flowing, fishing growing
And the god I love loves me

In the sky rides a gleam of white horses
And the glimmer clean in your eye
The bird of dawn is bringing
The simpleness of singing
And the god I love loves me

Oh the trees grow higher than the mountains
In the land of free love and goodbye
The river's ever flowing, fishing growing
And the god I love loves me

And the sun lies all around
And everything is as it must be
And winter lies underground
And the god I love loves me
Oh the trees grow higher than the mountains   In the land of free love and goodbye   The river's ever flowing, fishing growing   And the god I love loves me      In the sky rides a gleam of white horses   And the glimmer clean in your eye   The bird of dawn is bringing   The simpleness of singing   And the god I love loves me      Oh the trees grow higher than the mountains   In the land of free love and goodbye   The river's ever flowing, fishing growing   And the god I love loves me      And the sun lies all around   And everything is as it must be   And winter lies underground   And the god I love loves me