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Oh Sweetest Breeze Carry Me Home
Oh sweetest breeze carry me home to fields of nectar-green So I may rest my tired back against the gentle old oak tree I'll carve my name into its trunk and seal it with my love I blow a kiss with painted lips that match the colour of my heart. And when the moon deceives the dusk with its persistent glowing light Those unique limbs will reach for me to keep me safe, they will protect me in the wild. I'd nestle 'tween their tender strength as spuming stars fill up the night. And when at dawn the sun will rise with molten gold warming my eyes This skin will bathe in drops of dew dripping from leaves of painters' sleeves splashed with a glossy silver-hue. The birds will fly out of their nests cloaked in their fur red-breasted dress They 'll sing to us,along we'll sway like fresh-cut blossoms blooming in May. Oh sweetest breeze carry me home to fields of nectar-green So I may rest my tired back against the gentle old oak tree . Oh sweetest breeze where is that place, Where Is the place I call my own Is there a voice , Is there a wind Is there an oak tree calling me home?
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