Beauty's hairs dancing aloofly gently aloft softly in the wind
Magnificent birds bathing brushing trees
Water pours from petal leaves
Singing praises like a hymn
A songbird's heart hums a personal song to them!
Crows fighting robins Robins crowned king defending territory
Dragonfly's propulsion sending wings battling
Hearing the wind chimes clang
More collective thought's that became
To the cadence of the rain
The pressure of the rhythm in the wind
Boisterous thunderclouds lighting cracks loud
Nervous as a train wreck the hounds can't understand sounds
Grandmother passed away this was a long day's away
Grandpa later came
Smoked so much at a young age thought it was okay
When old days came strong lungs winded Gave way
A death is only the beginning for something to flourish again
I say it to you And I say it to you again
Still sending clear white messages in whispers in the wind
In the airy trade winds colorful national flags wave and bend
99 red air balloons sailed in a flotilla to cruise in a trend
When and where does the horizon end? I can't see it then
Layers of the atmosphere differentiated patterned sequences
Oxygen masks given to men and women plus children flying
Halfway around the world The sun And the moon still rivaling'
Us little rascals irreducible always out of line squirming
Like a baby bird that wants a mommy to feed him
The early worm in the bird from the morning robin
Sitting on a cold stone mossy bench
In the damp memorial knockout rose garden
Having a serious conversation with an ageold dead friend
I know my ancestors would always love to lend a helpful hand
Having a blast from the past that should last enough to laugh
About a memory I forgot then had a chuckle enough to ask
"Well then I know I was raised better I know what I was taught then"
Telling me to be wise my well good friend With that
A tip and a topoff to the Captain Sargent And lieutenant
My Cap And hat lifted to the drift of the trade winds
When the ceiling fan stopped spinning A vision sprang fast
The dial plus latch became detached like Salvador Dali in the past
I was so hasty in a dash Needed to relax
Gratefully thankfully that day
Clock on my hand became an Indian rug burn of rash
God told me to be nice And repay each class
Between the gentle sea tortoise And the steadfast jack hare contentment gains last
Time stood still all I could feel was the wind that came
Jolted into action it was the life that sprung
I expected my name to be called And like always telephone rang
Fan blowing fortunes of expressions on my floor
To reveal peaceful proclaims
Time was on the dial I could still feel I was real inside of me
Time was in the stand still time to grab your hand still
Watch the sand salted and pepper and sprinkle in the wind
I was so close to death I don't have a moment left
What I should have to say next is on the tip of my breath
My door was unlatched based upon the mysterious will of He
The double doors blew open to let me through the opening
I was in the clouded dark mist walked out of the rain cloud
Marched out into the water pouring tasting it feeling it flowing
A frown turned into a smile I should know these familiar pains
Woke up and took up my bed from my bunk
I knew I was healed from the offering of my lunch
My bluegolden halo was worth the tough payload
Vansanity - Ancestors Speaking Wind Lyrics
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Beauty's hairs dancing aloofly gently aloft softly in the wind
Magnificent birds bathing brushing trees
Water pours from petal leaves
Singing praises like a hymn
A songbird's heart hums a personal song to them!
Crows fighting robins Robins crowned king defending territory
Dragonfly's propulsion sending wings battling
Hearing the wind chimes clang
More collective thought's that became
To the cadence of the rain
The pressure of the rhythm in the wind
Boisterous thunderclouds lighting cracks loud
Nervous as a train wreck the hounds can't understand sounds
Grandmother passed away this was a long day's away
Grandpa later came
Smoked so much at a young age thought it was okay
When old days came strong lungs winded Gave way
A death is only the beginning for something to flourish again
I say it to you And I say it to you again
Still sending clear white messages in whispers in the wind
In the airy trade winds colorful national flags wave and bend
99 red air balloons sailed in a flotilla to cruise in a trend
When and where does the horizon end? I can't see it then
Layers of the atmosphere differentiated patterned sequences
Oxygen masks given to men and women plus children flying
Halfway around the world The sun And the moon still rivaling'
Us little rascals irreducible always out of line squirming
Like a baby bird that wants a mommy to feed him
The early worm in the bird from the morning robin
Sitting on a cold stone mossy bench
In the damp memorial knockout rose garden
Having a serious conversation with an ageold dead friend
I know my ancestors would always love to lend a helpful hand
Having a blast from the past that should last enough to laugh
About a memory I forgot then had a chuckle enough to ask
"Well then I know I was raised better I know what I was taught then"
Telling me to be wise my well good friend With that
A tip and a topoff to the Captain Sargent And lieutenant
My Cap And hat lifted to the drift of the trade winds
When the ceiling fan stopped spinning A vision sprang fast
The dial plus latch became detached like Salvador Dali in the past
I was so hasty in a dash Needed to relax
Gratefully thankfully that day
Clock on my hand became an Indian rug burn of rash
God told me to be nice And repay each class
Between the gentle sea tortoise And the steadfast jack hare contentment gains last
Time stood still all I could feel was the wind that came
Jolted into action it was the life that sprung
I expected my name to be called And like always telephone rang
Fan blowing fortunes of expressions on my floor
To reveal peaceful proclaims
Time was on the dial I could still feel I was real inside of me
Time was in the stand still time to grab your hand still
Watch the sand salted and pepper and sprinkle in the wind
I was so close to death I don't have a moment left
What I should have to say next is on the tip of my breath
My door was unlatched based upon the mysterious will of He
The double doors blew open to let me through the opening
I was in the clouded dark mist walked out of the rain cloud
Marched out into the water pouring tasting it feeling it flowing
A frown turned into a smile I should know these familiar pains
Woke up and took up my bed from my bunk
I knew I was healed from the offering of my lunch
My bluegolden halo was worth the tough payload
Magnificent birds bathing brushing trees
Water pours from petal leaves
Singing praises like a hymn
A songbird's heart hums a personal song to them!
Crows fighting robins Robins crowned king defending territory
Dragonfly's propulsion sending wings battling
Hearing the wind chimes clang
More collective thought's that became
To the cadence of the rain
The pressure of the rhythm in the wind
Boisterous thunderclouds lighting cracks loud
Nervous as a train wreck the hounds can't understand sounds
Grandmother passed away this was a long day's away
Grandpa later came
Smoked so much at a young age thought it was okay
When old days came strong lungs winded Gave way
A death is only the beginning for something to flourish again
I say it to you And I say it to you again
Still sending clear white messages in whispers in the wind
In the airy trade winds colorful national flags wave and bend
99 red air balloons sailed in a flotilla to cruise in a trend
When and where does the horizon end? I can't see it then
Layers of the atmosphere differentiated patterned sequences
Oxygen masks given to men and women plus children flying
Halfway around the world The sun And the moon still rivaling'
Us little rascals irreducible always out of line squirming
Like a baby bird that wants a mommy to feed him
The early worm in the bird from the morning robin
Sitting on a cold stone mossy bench
In the damp memorial knockout rose garden
Having a serious conversation with an ageold dead friend
I know my ancestors would always love to lend a helpful hand
Having a blast from the past that should last enough to laugh
About a memory I forgot then had a chuckle enough to ask
"Well then I know I was raised better I know what I was taught then"
Telling me to be wise my well good friend With that
A tip and a topoff to the Captain Sargent And lieutenant
My Cap And hat lifted to the drift of the trade winds
When the ceiling fan stopped spinning A vision sprang fast
The dial plus latch became detached like Salvador Dali in the past
I was so hasty in a dash Needed to relax
Gratefully thankfully that day
Clock on my hand became an Indian rug burn of rash
God told me to be nice And repay each class
Between the gentle sea tortoise And the steadfast jack hare contentment gains last
Time stood still all I could feel was the wind that came
Jolted into action it was the life that sprung
I expected my name to be called And like always telephone rang
Fan blowing fortunes of expressions on my floor
To reveal peaceful proclaims
Time was on the dial I could still feel I was real inside of me
Time was in the stand still time to grab your hand still
Watch the sand salted and pepper and sprinkle in the wind
I was so close to death I don't have a moment left
What I should have to say next is on the tip of my breath
My door was unlatched based upon the mysterious will of He
The double doors blew open to let me through the opening
I was in the clouded dark mist walked out of the rain cloud
Marched out into the water pouring tasting it feeling it flowing
A frown turned into a smile I should know these familiar pains
Woke up and took up my bed from my bunk
I knew I was healed from the offering of my lunch
My bluegolden halo was worth the tough payload
Writer: Jonah Van Sant
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid