I listened to the words again so I could hear them twice
It spoke to me of feelings, to where I once belonged
The words I heard were so surreal that's why I sing this song
I'll sing it till its way past time, it has a pleasant tune, I hope you'll sing along with me all until it's half past noon
Through golden hills and meadows
Souls are bound and gagged
The whistling of the branches
Screams of ghosts and hags
Sending in the horrors of wolves that howl from hell the devil rides upon the waves of souls cast down to dwell
listen to my song it may not have a face
Be happy when you sing of life and not one of disgrace
Be clear what you believe in or what tempts you from the truth, don't take the things they have you take or may destroy your youth.
If I had another chance I'd do it all again
Excluding out some bad results from dabbling in the rain.
So live a happy carefree life, be good for on and on, your days will be kind for you for evermore and on.
Off I go to write a verse for next years melody, a song that speaks of my sweet life and one that's meant to be. I hope you live your own lives with nurtured sweetened throng to write the words and music to sing your own great song.
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