Oh, I used to be disgusted
Now I try to be
When I was a little girl my father used to
Overland through the rye
Gun in hand, bird in sky
Calling out
Leave my station where I stood
To lay for a while
(Traditional)
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry
Go to sleep-y, little baby.
When you wa
Almost home, birds come by
But I still can't see the
Here's an easy one since it's getting late
Since you're half
Someone's waving
Someone's counting
Someone's leaving
There's fifty dollars on
We were raised in the nettles
And they showed us how
We were raised in the nettles
And they showed us how
(Dan Messe/Steve Curtis)
In the sawed off light
Shooting down across the
As a child my dreams ran wild
Through fields of disobey
Wandering,
I am holding half an acre
Torn from the map of
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
Next
(Steve Curtis)
He came to meet me
On some July morning
He said
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