Golden sun is ever gentle in the valley of making When it's the middle of the Autumn when it isn't high Spring There are men of many colours Women of all races Wearing white white linen and smiles on their faces Blue rose....... There are roses 'round the edges of the grand property The words 'Labor, Ardor, Langor' are its lovely trinity When you see just how they dress and how they speak and act to Well all you'll want to do is dress up in their white linen to Blue rose....drew the curtain back on the morning And you said Holy hey with a teary tilt For you were rudely made and shoddy built Between the thumb and the fore finger Barefoot pressed, he hoists his trouser leg She lifts her dress O these men of many colours in their creamy white suits With their different coloured hands dig in the soil for the roots of the dreamy conversation that the slender women make, as they sip from slender glasses by the vineyard lake Blue rose and drew the curtain back on the morning Blue rose and every little thing was guilt and suffering no more... If you could see the people laughing and not hear the sound it makes You could keep the good opinion that the tone of voice takes If you could see the people laughing and not hear the sound it makes - it goes.... There's a women there among them who with red red eyes Says you haven't been a'working hard enough on your lies The golden sun is ever gentle and one lie follows another in The only way to get there is by singing brother singing There are women of all races, men in white white linen And the only way to get there is to sing sister, sing sister, sing - and draw the curtain back on the morning Blue rose and every little thing was guilt and suffering no more, Blue rose and drew the curtain back on the morning... Where the wars were not for wearing, the ghettos never got To each lonely, lonely person their own shovel , their own plot. Have you ever heard a rattle way way on down when people sigh Way on down the silly rattle says you're happy when you die
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My friend played this song once and I've loved it ever since, so beautiful.
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Golden sun is ever gentle in the valley of making When it's the middle of the Autumn when it isn't high Spring There are men of many colours Women of all races Wearing white white linen and smiles on their faces Blue rose....... There are roses 'round the edges of the grand property The words 'Labor, Ardor, Langor' are its lovely trinity When you see just how they dress and how they speak and act to Well all you'll want to do is dress up in their white linen to Blue rose....drew the curtain back on the morning And you said Holy hey with a teary tilt For you were rudely made and shoddy built Between the thumb and the fore finger Barefoot pressed, he hoists his trouser leg She lifts her dress O these men of many colours in their creamy white suits With their different coloured hands dig in the soil for the roots of the dreamy conversation that the slender women make, as they sip from slender glasses by the vineyard lake Blue rose and drew the curtain back on the morning Blue rose and every little thing was guilt and suffering no more... If you could see the people laughing and not hear the sound it makes You could keep the good opinion that the tone of voice takes If you could see the people laughing and not hear the sound it makes - it goes.... There's a women there among them who with red red eyes Says you haven't been a'working hard enough on your lies The golden sun is ever gentle and one lie follows another in The only way to get there is by singing brother singing There are women of all races, men in white white linen And the only way to get there is to sing sister, sing sister, sing - and draw the curtain back on the morning Blue rose and every little thing was guilt and suffering no more, Blue rose and drew the curtain back on the morning... Where the wars were not for wearing, the ghettos never got To each lonely, lonely person their own shovel , their own plot. Have you ever heard a rattle way way on down when people sigh Way on down the silly rattle says you're happy when you die
My friend played this song once and I've loved it ever since, so beautiful.
this song/video is awesome.
Absoluteley Fabulous!
sounds trite I know but....this is lovely!