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I have felt the old north wind that blows Right down to your soul I have seen the rainy days That would not end I have crossed the cool blue waters Shining clear with the light of day I have seen the wild garden in the land
I have seen the summer's beauty Of the sun and the forest green, I have Felt the changing colors of the wind I have known the dismal days that bring The rain, never ending rain I have seen the wild garden in the land
It's not all that it's cracked up to be These days of wanderlust You can throw my reasons to the wind The wages of change have come And shown themselves to us It's wild land and my feet are sinking in
Stuck here in the middle of nowhere Just trying to make a stand You can throw my reasons to the wind The wages of change have come And helped us to understand It's a wild land and my feet are sinking in It's a wild land and my feet are sinking in
Wages of change, wages of change.... c.2001JoanBerry |