Folk Song Lyrics & Chords By Pete Thompson

Lying in the long, long grass Blossom on the trees Springtime's slipping away, my love Yeah, springtime's slipping away When it comes around again It will never be the same ...read more

I met an anarchist in Tompkins Square Park he was an angry man, spinning words so dark he called for death to rich men, death to Yuppies, death to art fags, bourgeois blacks, death...read more

How will I find you O my love In the darkness of day I will look in glass forests Where electric fish play How will I see you when I find you In the brightness of light I will...read more

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summer sky and a throat bone dry and all the fields are all gold dusty lane with a song in my brain and it stoned me to my soul i climb higher move towards the fire blaze...read more