In the deep rolling hills of old Virginia There's a place that I love so well Where I spent many days of my childhood In the cabin where we loved to dwell
the Times How a moving car Stole a movie star Little Things that keep us together While the war's going on It's on days like these When your childhood
In this way feels she must repent, must repent In a cell denial made Break the lock, free her from her cage Fuck you, God, realizing her days be few
' on back home I'd love to smell the wetness of grass and trees And see ground kissed by honey bees Like way back home, now Oh, but childhood days are
for you a hidden story Looking inside from the outside, I remember a time when I was young I'm looking at a picture of another time Of childhood days
torn her wing(s?) So no more songs of love We are not here to sing We're here to kill the dove Why must this moment come When childhood has to die When
Devil's curse Well, I thought my life was a photograph On the family Christmas card Kids all dressed in buttons and bows And lined up in the yard Were the golden days of childhood
me to the mountain shelter Taken off the days one by one Setting them to breathe in the sun Take the lilies and the lace from the days of childhood
[Intro: Bizzy] The one baby! As a child, army days, cancelled the fun childhood After runnin away with mom so many times It's tearin their relationship
I grew up a-dreamin' of bein' a cowboy And Lovin' the cowboy ways Pursuin' the life of my high-ridin' heroes I burned up my childhood days I learned of
day Of all the golden mornings This one's so much better A golden dream is talking Making friends with strangers Golden way Golden nights and days
, laughed and fought the days away, But now those days are gone and I still fightin', For the heart of my soul, Summers never seem to last, childhood days
grew up in the ghetto, though Yet strapped with a gat and stiletto, hoe Some say that I grew up in a wild hood Not even knowin where I spent my childhood
with me To the mountain shelter Taken off the days one by one Setting them to breathe in the sun Take the lilies and the lace From the days of childhood
He knows well his wicked ways A course of bitterness A grudge held from his childhood days As if life had loved him less Reading down his list of names
circle be unbroken By and by, by and by! In a better home waiting In the sky, in the sky? In the joyous days of childhood, Oft they