I watch his fingers grow grains and sand, wildflowers He holds the morning sun. He smells so sweet like heaven He walks me on the road bare feet on the silver pieces of broken cents, battered bone and leather Parsley, sage, rosemary and rhyme Roses are red and the violets are mine Innocence lies where the wind and the willows entwine he sings to me a night of caves in cotton skin where fettered men broke free from law and guilt and sin they changed him for the silver they crowned him king of kings with thorns torn from wildflowers leather whips on his skin. Parsley, sage, rosemary and rhyme Roses are red and the violets are mine Innocence lies where the wind and the willows entwine Parsley, sage, rosemary and rhyme Roses are red and the violets are mine Innocence lies where the wind and the willows entwine he gives me grain and sandals he draws his name in sand I smell the fresh wildflowers upon his broken hands Parsley, sage, rosemary and rhyme Roses are red and the violets are mine Innocence lies where the wind and the willows entwine Innocence lies where the wind and the willows Innocence lies where the wind and the willows Innocence lies where the wind and the willows Innocence lies where the wind and the willows entwine
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