of july Bombs bursting in air, and she'd never know why She'd keep me up all night, too terrified to cry Oh yes, she hated 4th of july Don't you be
you And I mean it from the bottom of my heart No summer's high, no warm July No harvest moon to light one tender August night No autumn breeze, no falling
three words that I must say to you. No summer's high, no warm July, No harvest moon to light one tender August night, No autumn breeze, no falling leaves
'll change her tune In restless walks She'll prowl the night July she will fly And give no warning To her flight August die she must The autumn winds
She had a boyfriend when the summer came And he gave her flowers In a lightning storm They disappeared at night In green fields of silver corn And sometime in July
(From the Chalice of Grievance) (Lyrics by Anders Jacobsson, May 1997, edited July 1999) Shadows now fall over this tearstain'd strife. Grievance
ll change her tune, In restless walks she'll prowl the night; July, she will fly And give no warning to her flight. August, die she must, The autumn
When July and then August came a quiet girl and strain She drifted in on the midnight wind and never told her name But I had no need for questions when
Every evening sky, an invitation To trace the patterned stars And early in July, a celebration For freedom that is ours And I notice you in children'
rushing past like geese in flight I was praying it was never gonna end Then the autumn leaves were blazing Like the fireworks in July And for a fleeting
True love seed in the autumn ground True love seed in the autumn ground When will it be found? True love deep in the winter white snow True love deep
Autumn and Friday the winds blew July September I knew you. Now as I sit on that sand - hill I sing our song to the sea. August October the grass grew
(J.Lord) I see reflections in the water autumn colours Summer's daughter And as the year is growing older I see winter On my shoulder I stand in the haze
You're in my stars you know Don't need no crystal ball to tell me so Whispering in the air Hoping that my words find you somewhere Even when I close my
you And I mean it from the bottom of my heart No summer's high No warm July No harvest moon to light one tender August night No autumn breeze No falling
firetunes Veiled in everlasting silence But once your heart was full of tunes As we danced as one with the dryads of July Ashra Autumnal storms of endless
The Summer calls and I am cold, The Autumn has gone, the Summer is old. The snow is glowing up the sky, Lasts as still as it hits the ground. I tried
it from the bottom of my heart No summer's high No warm July No harvest moon to light one tender August night No autumn breeze No falling leaves Not