Rose Of Old Pawnee
My rose of old Pawnee, a flower of the dawn
Blooming tenderly, her memory still lingers on
My angel of the night, a moonlit reveree
A star of love so bright shines on my rose of old Pawnee
Sweet are the dreams that I hold in my heart
As I go wandering along
Long are the hours since we drifted apart
Deep in my heart is a song
My angel of the night, a moonlit reveree
A star of love so bright shines on my rose of old Pawnee
Sweet are the dreams that I hold in my heart
As I go wandering along
Long are the hours since we drifted apart
Deep in my heart is a song
My angel of the night, a moonlit reveree
My star of love so bright shines on my rose of old Pawnee
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You clamber up
And look behind
Their watchful eyes
The helping hands
A hen that's fierce
And painted blue
With red eyes
Wants to swallow you
A dragon dives and soars on tracks
The hands that strap you to its back
You turn around and look behind
Their smiling eyes
Won't help you down
Their tiny hands
Their tiny feet
Such little hearts
To miss a beat
Grotesque dwarves in mirrored rooms
Pulled and taut a thousand yous
Staring back through stinging tears
Remembering those funhouse thrills
The paintbox t
And look behind
Their watchful eyes
The helping hands
A hen that's fierce
And painted blue
With red eyes
Wants to swallow you
A dragon dives and soars on tracks
The hands that strap you to its back
You turn around and look behind
Their smiling eyes
Won't help you down
Their tiny hands
Their tiny feet
Such little hearts
To miss a beat
Grotesque dwarves in mirrored rooms
Pulled and taut a thousand yous
Staring back through stinging tears
Remembering those funhouse thrills
The paintbox t