Coal man Speaks telling Secrets of the weak
I am the Will talking for the Just
i ask you Mister Can you Spare a Time
when everything you say i do Trust
from Utah by Train I’m going to carolina
to stand up to stand up
i will place you in my Pocket to my Heart
i will Place you in my pocket to my Heart
We sing for Appalachia holding Sorrow and Gold
making Love in a Quiet house we Hear
the Bird of Psalms keeps Whispering her Story
Songs that she has Known for Years
She carries her tune as she Passes by the Mountain
time Time touched by her Silk
as the Hollow has turned into a Fountain
it is made of poetry and Golden Milk
oh the Mountains Welcomes you to March
oh the Mountains welcomes you to March
i have become that Hallow of a mountain
i have become the ocean tide
still i will follow you Son
as i have become the riverside
oh ye children of the beauty creation
clear clear as a rising Bell
all of their Dreams are lying at our Feet
illusion i know thee too Well
oh the Children welcomes you to March
oh ye children welcomes you to march
Tres Mujeres Apollando en la ventanilla
Solamente desde afuera dentro de miran
la luna ella me dijo que mirara para usted
cuando vi que eras tu me sonrio para Siempre
La Musica Vamanos a Marchar
La Musica Vamanos a Marchar
I will Place you in My Pocket to My Heart