We are the fruit of the garden. We
are the roots of the old plum tree. We are the children of God whose spirit was
captured in the life of the man that planted our seeds. Down below down below.
Go in peace and in truth and in love to the garden that grows. Down below down
below. Our roots are steadfastedly planted in the garden that grows down below.
The hands of the man we'll remember forever. His powerful grip is one that's
remembered by all. God bless the man for trying to be honest. Though bitterness
tore his heart for those that did fall. Down below down below. Go in peace and
truth and in love to the garden that grows. Down below down below. Our roots
are steadfastedly planted in the garden that grows down below. So we say our
farewell as we enter the springtime. And the land it will rest now though the
roots remain deep in the ground. And the man that we love has returned to his
maker. He stays in our hearts for all things they will come back around. Down
below down below. Go in peace and in truth and in love to the garden that grows.
Down below down below. Our roots are steadfastedly planted in the garden that
grows down below. Our roots are steadfastedly planted in the garden that grows
down below.
Momma's Old Rocking Chair
Baby I know what's on
your heart and mind. I can see the hurt and pain in your eyes. Girl you can't
hide that empty stare. Sitting there in your Momma's old rocking chair. Baby cry
tears of a child. Comforting and wise she touched all of our lives. The love she
gave still remains. Things will never be the same. Sitting there in your Momma's
old rocking chair. Baby I know sometimes life feels unkind. Longing to turn back
time. The warmth of her hug her gentle hand touching your heart like only your
Momma can. Close your eyes baby sleep and pray that your Momma comes into your
dreams. Baby cry tears of a child. Comforting and wise she touched all of our
lives. The love she gave still remains. Things will never be the same. Sitting
there in your Momma's old rocking chair. Sitting there in your Momma's old
rocking chair. Sitting there in your Momma's old rocking chair.
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