Lyrics
Springtime in a Foreign City
And its springtime in a foreign city
Where the flowers and trees grow up to stand
As passive armies of honest pity
Their faces blossoming to the sun pleading
Don’t ever stop, please
Don’t ever stop your burning
And I hide my face behind a curtain of long black hair
That curls around the nighttime sky full of stars,
Too afraid to look am I
Oh Laurel let your hair fall down from the sky
I’ll climb on up to you and on a star together we’ll lie
Oh Laurel, you never wore shoes growing up in your little town
You had to come to the big city, meet me and the whole world
To bring you down
And the diamonds in the rough scream
Is there room and time enough for us yet to shine?
From the edge of a landslide, unpolished,
Feeling left behind,
But just like coal,
Anything black has already been or will be burned,
In any age of treason people's voice gets spurned
Oh Laurel let your hair fall down from the sky
I’ll climb on up to you and on a star together we’ll lie
Oh Laurel, you never wore shoes growing up in your little town
You had to come to the big city, meet me and the whole world
To bring you down
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