the corner And I woulda gone along but she took me by the hand To the house in the middle of the hill In the middle of the hill, in the middle of the hill
in the city dress up pretty Go out and get messed up and shitty Girls by the sea dress like hippies And write love beads and go skinny dippin' Girls in the Hills
My baby took our love And then she rolled it up Rolled it up a hill Like a ball of snow Like a snowball grows Until it gets too big Until she lost control
As the sky's a flame, he stood high upon that hill Only him to blame, on his limbs this frozen chill That calls on him, the glow's beyond these mountainsides
Mexico I had the windows wide open, it was cold and I was crying And I later laid her on the radio Then I stopped that side of Tahoe through this tiny
Earl had a baby Baby was her name He knew she was crazy Tiny was the same Down behind the shed Slaughtering the hog Slice along the belly Feed it to
swim into the Promised Land It was a good life It was a good, good life It was a good life It was a good, good life Tomorrow a tiny cell might grow
to her There are traces of what she were She wanted to be a nun Both of you begin to cautiously Whisper words, you sit together chirping Little tiny
look on yonder misty mountain see the young monk meditating rhododendron forest over dusty hills i ask you what's it been like being you through all
skin Naked now she made her way toward the shore When suddenly she felt a tiny tugging at her toe And the puppet she'd forgotten wrapped its tiny Little
Love It Super Ted, Dangermouse, Roland Rat, Tiny Tears Pig Shaped Crisps, Donkey Kong. Care Bears, White Dog Poo Itchy Beard, Itchy Chin Jimmy Hill,
gold Then I remember last September You and I said goodbye Whispering that we would be returning When autumn comes again Now autumn roams the hills
of the wandering feet I drank the blue skies filled with telephone lines in a thousand colors since from the woods upon Mermaid Hill my brave brother
often heard to say I'm a free born man of the USA He fought the champ in Pittsburgh And he slashed him to the ground He took on Tiny Tartanella And it
Faerie Queen Over on the hill There grows a flower Growing quicker still More perfect by the hour Deep within that flower Is a tiny chair All a-fringed
(Sandy Denny) We search for everything Keeping what we would win Orchids or tiny flowers Wooden huts or ivory towers Centuries or hours Dark are the winter
My tiny baby brother, who's never read a book, Knows one sex from the other, All he had to do was look, Grandpa Bill is on the hill With someone he
bluebonnet, Doggone it, Smells nice. Even the tumblin' tumbleweed Slows down to match ter speed On my tiny half-an-acre Of paradise! Ev'ry which way, Buttercups sway. Out on the hill