Land of the glass pinecones They only grow for the full moon The farmers never gather them The magic cones are heaven-sent
Land of the glass pinecones Their seeds are made of rhinestones The squirrels never scatter them They know what rhinestone seeds portend
Land of the glass pinecones They smash on the grass when the wind blows The splinters fly throughout the land And pierce the eye of every man
Land of the glass pinecones The eye now sees what the tree knows The splinters burn, but then we learn That when we spend we have to bend It's all a part of nature's plan All a part of nature's plan Land of the glass pinecones Land of the glass pinecones
Land of the glass pinecones They only grow for the full moon The farmers never gather them The magic cones are heaven-sent
Land of the glass pinecones Their seeds are made of rhinestones The squirrels never scatter them They know what rhinestone seeds portend
Land of the glass pinecones They smash on the grass when the wind blows The splinters fly throughout the land And pierce the eye of every man
Land of the glass pinecones The eye now sees what the tree knows The splinters burn, but then we learn That when we spend we have to bend It's all a part of nature's plan All a part of nature's plan Land of the glass pinecones Land of the glass pinecones Land of the glass pinecones Land of the glass pinecones
My mind is golden inside My mind is golden inside My mind is golden inside My mind is golden insideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
