Bring me some snow from the valley
leave me the colors in your sky
take me down the streets and through the
alleys and up to where the eagles fly.
Walk me in the wild and the streams
guide me as the wind around the trees
and drop me in your fields of forest green.
It's the protection of this planet
it's boundaries we must save from pollution
and the power the digging of the grave and it's
the purpose of the people to let our children
see the wonders of this world the magic of the
sea the forest it grows deep and strong what
would we do if it was gone...
Lend me your songs of seasons change
listen to the turning of the leaves
whispers as the snow falls on the plains
running is the river from the freeze.
Acoustic Junction - Look Before Its Gone Lyrics
Acoustic Junction - Look Before Its Gone Lyrics
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Bring me some snow from the valley
leave me the colors in your sky
take me down the streets and through the
alleys and up to where the eagles fly.
Walk me in the wild and the streams
guide me as the wind around the trees
and drop me in your fields of forest green.
It's the protection of this planet
it's boundaries we must save from pollution
and the power the digging of the grave and it's
the purpose of the people to let our children
see the wonders of this world the magic of the
sea the forest it grows deep and strong what
would we do if it was gone...
Lend me your songs of seasons change
listen to the turning of the leaves
whispers as the snow falls on the plains
running is the river from the freeze.
leave me the colors in your sky
take me down the streets and through the
alleys and up to where the eagles fly.
Walk me in the wild and the streams
guide me as the wind around the trees
and drop me in your fields of forest green.
It's the protection of this planet
it's boundaries we must save from pollution
and the power the digging of the grave and it's
the purpose of the people to let our children
see the wonders of this world the magic of the
sea the forest it grows deep and strong what
would we do if it was gone...
Lend me your songs of seasons change
listen to the turning of the leaves
whispers as the snow falls on the plains
running is the river from the freeze.