Streets full of people With trinkets to share Offering them up for folks in despair Yandi and crystals and oils for growth Of spirit and body and mind as we go
Emphasis placed on the body and mind The heart os often somewhere behind Strange
Tiny little bones of the innocent child Lookin' up at me with the saddest of eyes Is her innocence in tact? Or has it been stained? Has the creature that feeds her taken it away Strange So sad it's strange
I recognize my health Things I have been dealt Places that I have roamed Feelings I've had Things that I know
Home, my home Home, my home Home, I'm home
Running through the bush And all of the trees Moving in time with my capable speed Skippy ants claw At the edge of the bowl Of the shell of an egg Of bird long since gone Maybe it rose up To spread it's new wings Or maybe it nourished A stronger sibling Strange
Places we roam And people we meet Some connections are strong And some of them are weak 1 or 2 or 3 or 4 Or maybe 5 or 6 or more Strong as the roots Of a big old gum tree And we'll carry them through To the next life we see Strange So beautifully strange
Recognize my health Things that i have been dealt Places that i have roamed Feelings i've had Things that i know
Home, my home Home, my home Home, i'm homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
