[00:08.76]I watch his fingers grow
[00:12.59]grains and sand, wildflowers
[00:16.19]He holds the morning sun.
[00:19.93]He smells so sweet like heaven
[00:23.90]He walks me on the road
[00:27.10]bare feet on the silver
[00:31.56]pieces of broken cents,
[00:34.67]battered bone and leather
[00:46.97]Parsley, sage, rosemary and rhyme
[00:50.63]Roses are red and the violets are mine
[00:54.40]Innocence lies where the wind and the willows entwine
[01:05.55]he sings to me a night
[01:09.19]of caves in cotton skin
[01:12.96]where fettered men broke free
[01:16.93]from law and guilt and sin
[01:20.54]they changed him for the silver
[01:24.40]they crowned him king of kings
[01:28.37]with thorns torn from wildflowers
[01:32.52]leather whips on his skin.
[01:43.67]Parsley, sage, rosemary and rhyme
[01:47.34]Roses are red and the violets are mine
[01:51.16]Innocence lies where the wind and the willows entwine
[01:58.88]Parsley, sage, rosemary and rhyme
[02:02.44]Roses are red and the violets are mine
[02:06.28]Innocence lies where the wind and the willows entwine
[02:36.41]he gives me grain and sandals
[02:40.23]he draws his name in sand
[02:43.99]I smell the fresh wildflowers
[02:47.67]upon his broken hands
[02:59.58]Parsley, sage, rosemary and rhyme
[03:02.98]Roses are red and the violets are mine
[03:07.01]Innocence lies where the wind and the willows entwine
[03:11.96]Innocence lies where the wind and the willows
[03:14.94]Innocence lies where the wind and the willows
[03:17.74]Innocence lies where the wind and the willows
[03:21.83]Innocence lies where the wind and the willows entwine
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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