Jewel of the West
The Berries
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Jewel of the west, sing to me
I'm out in the garden, age twenty three
White are the flowers, dead are the trees
Tall grass hides your sin from me
Here in the garden it's a horrid scene
And i hear your whisper now
A drug to which i am bound
Crying out like the bird in the morning
Eating the seeds from which i grow
Jewel of the west, what a sight to see
Divine and cultured fantasy
Short is the rider looking down at me
Jewel of the wеst, i beg you please
I'm hеre in the garden, just twenty three
And i sing your ballad now
Lament for the holy crown
As the devil, he lurks in the dark
Asking me to play my part
And now i'm out in the streets
No one to love and nothing to eat
Crying out like the bird in the morning
Eating the seeds from which i grow
I'm out in the garden, age twenty three
White are the flowers, dead are the trees
Tall grass hides your sin from me
Here in the garden it's a horrid scene
And i hear your whisper now
A drug to which i am bound
Crying out like the bird in the morning
Eating the seeds from which i grow
Jewel of the west, what a sight to see
Divine and cultured fantasy
Short is the rider looking down at me
Jewel of the wеst, i beg you please
I'm hеre in the garden, just twenty three
And i sing your ballad now
Lament for the holy crown
As the devil, he lurks in the dark
Asking me to play my part
And now i'm out in the streets
No one to love and nothing to eat
Crying out like the bird in the morning
Eating the seeds from which i grow
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