'Pon a hill a green bird sat
Her owlets in
Every dawn of our lives a heart is forged and
Woven deep beneath the caves of melted steel
Stalks a
Trucking down by the roadside
Met a man with a
This is a song, that I wrote when I was
Cat Black, you know she`s back
Been six weeks since
Change
Change change change see it all the time
Look
Broken English words cracked the air like a bell
She
I want to give every childe
The chance to dance
Conesuala, Lady tailor,
Weaving deep beneath the sun,
Making things
Take me down to the country honey,
Take me down
All my days are leafy blue
Because I'm not with
O dreamy lady
Won't you come
To my bed
Night is the right
Eastern voices calling to you
Mystic magic oceans of blue
Torch girl of the marshes
Her kiss is a whip
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