another times forgotten space Your eyes looked from your mother's face Wallflower seed on the sand and stone May the four winds blow you safely home
heart of home. Love, love, love, it picks you up and spins you round, Sits you right back down where you belong. Love is like the april rain that makes the harvest
heart of home Love, love, love, it picks you up And spins you round Sets you right back down, where you belong Love is like the April rain That makes the harvest
not what you take when you leave this world behind you It's what you leave behind you when you go That farmer left a harvest, a home and 80 acres The
the Crack Spot, banging at Sheek Louch The narcotics is far from garbage Whether it's cold or it's late August My shit is fresh cuz I catch the harvest
(Olivia Newton-John) I'm tall I need room to grow I need the sun in my eyes My home is the earth below One day I know I will touch the sky Don't cut
play the role nigga, you just an actor Won't let a bitch breathe, if she wanted with your's You just a weak motherfucker, so insecure How come she can't leave home
! Check this out. I got the best KUSH ever man! Cheech: Aw, man... I've been so out... You got sent from heaven! All right, man, light it up, homes! Chong
was delta country and reminded him of home He worked as a machinist, put his money away And bought a shrimp boat with his cousin And together they harvested
» The market place is empty no more traffic in the streets All the builders tools are silent no more time to harvest wheat Busy housewives cease
muthafu'ka out they house & home. Alot of us smoke the hooka, alot of us smoke the bong, swisher sweets, backwoods, zig zags, or a kong. My harvest game
want it I'll take it off your hands And you'll be sorry you crossed me You'd better understand that you're alone A long way from home. And I say
Harvester of eyes) When I look inside your head (Harvester of eyes) Right up front to the back of your skull (Harvester of eyes) Harvester of eyes Harvester of eyes Harvester of eyes Harvester
Dusty day dawning, three hours late Open the curtains and let the rest wait My mind goes running three thousand miles east I may miss the harvest but
never never see my home I'll never never see my home You'll never never see your home You'll never never see your home
my dreams and away I'll fly Baby, wishes have wings and so do I I wanna ride like the wind 'til the sun sinks low Saddle my dreams wherever I go By the harvest