i am a windmill kissy wind apartment swingers applaud the sails 2 am and dusty brandy blocks of hail i need this hardly heavy wooden whirly bird my
Windmill, windmill,keep on turning - Show me the way, take me today. Windmill, windmill, hearts are yearning - Longing for love and a chance to be free. [Solo: Michael Weikath] Windmill
[Intro: Raekwon (samples)] (Make me yours) He get out of line, break his fucking arm... You know how it go (What am I supposed to say? Yeeaaah) You know
yours a part Of secret fairy tales, dripped on the wings of a mystery mill. Windmill, windmill,keep on turning - Show me the way, take me today. Windmill, windmill
: [Intro: Raekwon (samples)] (Make me yours) He get out of line, break his fucking arm... You know how it go (What am I supposed to say? Yeeaaah) You
I spend too much time raiding windmills We go side by side laughing until it?s right There?s something that you won?t show Waiting where the light goes
hands are sweeping Past the minutes of it's face And the world is like an apple Whirling silently in space Like the circles that you find In the windmills
whose hands are sweeping Past the minutes on its face And the world is like an apple Whirling silently in space Like the circles that you find In the windmills
days when the wheels went round and round Through a wagon trench I called this home Watching buffalo herds & windmills sway Watching buffalo herds & windmills sway Watching buffalo herds & windmills
hands are sweeping Past the minutes of its face And the world is like an apple Whirling silently in space Like the circles that you find In the windmills
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whose hands are sweeping Past the minutes of its face And the world is like an apple Rolling silently in space Like the circles that you find In the windmills
are Sweeping past the minutes on it's face And the world is like an apple Whirling silently in space Like the circles that you find in the windmills
dirt cloud his vision Onward he rides unafraid He fights the good fight for good reason A star that refuses to fade Still he braves his path While windmills
hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face, The world is like an apple whirling silently in space, Like the circles that you find In the windmills
Fightin' windmills, fightin' windmills It's the country that I'm livin' in You can't stop once you begin 'Cause the braves are spread real thin Fightin' windmills, fightin' windmills