The sound of the belchd words of my voice loosd to the eddies of the wind. Lord until the sun goes down, 'till it goes down. The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and dark-colord. It's all night pourin', pourin', pourin', Ran into a rainstorm, I ducked back into Novato. That's why if you please, I am on my bendin knees, Heard a voice al callin', Lord you was commin' after me. I had a feelin' I was fallin', fallin', fallin', Try to see what's goin' down, try to read between the lines That's why if you please, I am on my bendin' knees,īertha don't you come around here anymore.ĭressed myself in green, I went down unto the sea.
#I am a leaf on the wind shirt free
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