Picking Up Sticks |
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Picking Up Sticks Lyrics |
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 Come blackest crowStart the wheat field blow In a wind so high It waves and glows `til you can`t see the wood for the trees I`m like anybody on their knees Trying to find a way to make it fit Picking up sticks Let`s swirl again Take us far away To the church bell`s chime In a far distant field To a place where so lately so slow And a time I feel like letting it go Far away enough to catch our breath I know where and everyone there Looking to click Picking up sticks Come crimson rays Paint us all the same You know the magic is why And it`s here again Now you can`t see the wood for the trees Now like anybody on their knees Far away enough to catch our breath Looking to click Picking up sticks |
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