Song Seeds - Kathy Mattea. Sometimes I stop on my way home and watch the children play. And I wonder if they wonder what they'll be some day. Some will dream a big dream and make it all come true
for you. . Seedsseeds. . They spin in twisters in the streets. On shiny days. Like they want to tell me. Something. But I'm in a hurry. And I pretend I don't see these. . Seeds. In the
Pumpkin. Youre hollow within. More how Im to slowly. Let their harm. Give us some Its sad until. Like flowers untamed. Shine out ends. I find what will make him love me. Life is our find
dreaming of things they'll never do We're all just seeds in God's hands. We start the same but where we land. Is sometimes fertile soil and sometimes sand. We're all just seeds in God's hands I saw a
smash any hope of democracy ?. As the headline says you're free to choose. There's egg on your face and mud on your shoes. One of these days they're gonna call it the blues. Yeah yeah Sowing the seeds
,. Well I wouldn't believe that I was harming you,. But I really should go,. I should just leave you alone,. I should just leave you alone,. These are the seeds you sow,. These are the seeds you sow
Bài hát Pumpkin Spice Dummy - Oliver. Sipping my Pumpkin Spice with Pumpkin Pie. All the flavours warm and nice. Caramel Cheesecake stuffed Peanut Dynamite,. Tonight. I’m marching down this crooked
things I should not have known Rain comes down like it always does. This time, I've got seeds on ground Rain comes down like it always does. This time, I've got seeds on ground Lay down your lantern
I sowed the seeds of love. I sowed them in the spring. I gathered them up in the morning so clear. When the small birds so sweetly sing. When the small birds so sweetly sing. . The gardener was
possible when you're sowing the seeds of love. Anything is possible - sowing the seeds of love. . I spy tears in thier eyes. They look to the skies for some kind of divine intervention. Food goes to
dreaming of things they'll never do We're all just seeds in God's hands. We start the same but where we land. Is sometimes fertile soil and sometimes sand. We're all just seeds in God's hands I saw a
smash any hope of democracy ?. As the headline says you're free to choose. There's egg on your face and mud on your shoes. One of these days they're gonna call it the blues. Yeah yeah Sowing the seeds
smash any hope of democracy ?. As the headline says you're free to choose. There's egg on your face and mud on your shoes. One of these days they're gonna call it the blues. Yeah yeah Sowing the seeds
smash any hope of democracy ?. As the headline says you're free to choose. There's egg on your face and mud on your shoes. One of these days they're gonna call it the blues. Yeah yeah Sowing the seeds
