Giles, Giles And Fripp
North Meadow
The breeze makes the trees wave and shoutNorth Meadow, four willow trees outWhen the red-eyed sun comes yawningWakes the meadow, makes the morningThere starts another dayNature lends her subtle bountySeasoning this rustic countyCares are a world awayThe breeze makes the trees wave and shoutNorth Meadow, four willow trees outOne small meadow, four tall willowsMurmur as the autumn wind blowsSummer was everythingHanging by the minnowed riverWinter makes the willows shiverSuddenly, there is spring
From Letras Mania