Winds of Time
The Winds of Time When the wind picks up It stirs up all the dust Things scatter all about Too many things to even count Nothing stays in its...
The Winds of Time When the wind picks up It stirs up all the dust Things scatter all about Too many things to even count Nothing stays in its...
One of the customs traveling the prairie was to leave behind something useful for the next wagon train to find There was a steady line of pioneers coming after...
In the wintertime of my world as a childI have to admit we children got pretty wild when the snow would pile up real highmom didn’t let us always...
The diner Jukebox hanging off the wall At Katy’s roadside greasy spoon was whereas I recall That wonderful music playing device with buttons numbers and letters On a scale...
Little boys grow up and aspire to be And emulate some of the people that they see Firemen in red trucks putting out big fires Or policemen with lights...