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I will sing a song to you And you will shake the ground for me And the birds and bees and old fruit trees Will spit out songs like gushing streams And Jesus will come through the ground so dirty With worms in his hair and a hand so sturdy To call us

Little one, move along You're my last crooked song Pluck your eyes from your dreams There's a circus where my head should be Little one, cloud of smoke Up so high, where'd you go? Here's the sun, I'll be damned And a cloud for where your head will la

You stood beside a burning bush And let the trumpetmen catch fire You squeezed a flood out of a stone And all the people drank it dry So all the ships returned to land The birds could swim The fish could fly The angels couldn't understand How everyon

I believe in windy days when everything gets blown away oh Please let me be blown away I Promise you I'm not afraid I will sing a circus song About the birds and lion hearts But please if I forget to stop Remind me who I am and what you are 'Cause wh

Swing, like a chariot At the trumpet call When we're all unsaved, swing Like a wrecking ball Like the heart of god What a mystery Filled with the wedding feast For the snakes and beasts With the angel teeth, swing Come and carry us Come and marry us

I saw a flower on the doorstep making love with the sun And it turned into a garden when they were done So they'll construct themselves a home all made of water, soil and air There the cycle has begun Until the good starts making well with all the ev