The bell tolled twelve and it was time to go, quickly out the gates our feet pattered against the pavement to the Chapel. We mustn’t be...

Under the blue sky Sweat is running down her face Kitchen, her palace Red and blue embers Delicious smell everywhere i can't wait no more...

Look over there, boy Do you see them trees Way up there is our future But way down is our history Look over there girl You see them seeds...

The old house at the end of the street had always been shrouded in mystery. In the summer and spring, the old wood starts to...