Music: Richard Lewis
a shadow of a former soul
green grow the rushes soul
he moves among the empty rooms
and wild blows the wind
he wrestles with impermanence
green grow the rushes soul
and broken days that don't make sense
and wild blows the wind
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his eyes are damp with memories
green grow the rushes soul
a pocket full of autumn leaves
and wild blows the wind
she used to catch them as they fell
green grow the rushes soul
and make a wish, a magic spell
and wild blows the wind
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there's a place I know
where the willows grow
you know it too
you know it too
you want to go
where the river flows
of course you do
of course you do
I hope you know
that when you go
you'll always be
a part of me
through every leaf
on every tree
and every root
inside the earth
you want to go
where the cypress grow
of course you do
they forced you to
the southern sun
will burn your skin
you mustn't cry
you mustn't cry
just spread your wings
into the sky
and learn to fly
and learn to fly
through every leaf
on every tree
you'll always be
a part of me