Jul 2011
I am singing my song,
Into the eastern winds,
And I know that She will deliver.
And, I am sending a bird,
With a smile in its song,
To massage your soul in its fever.
Into the eastern winds,
And I know that She will deliver.
And, I am sending a bird,
With a smile in its song,
To massage your soul in its fever.
For Josie
Written by
Elephants and Coyotes
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