I watch as they dance with you. I watch as they sing to you. I watch as they pour. Honey in your ear. . Like moths with their tattered wings. Swing back into your flame again.
Why does the heart of the flame burn blue?. Why do January cherries bloom?. Why do blue fires burn in me, yet not in you?. . How can the prairie flocks keep their courses true.
I can meet you in the ring. Where the sweat and punches fly. I can meet you in the ring. Where one of us is bound to cry. . Why do we fight?. . How can a love this pure and true.
We took a trip my Georgia and me. Up through the wild strawberries. Up past the river running loud. We pitched a tent above the clouds. . Georgia Georgia.
Why does the heart of the flame burn blue?. Why do January cherries bloom?. Why do blue fires burn in me, yet not in you?. . How can the prairie flocks keep their courses true.