Sunflowers from Dakota by Stephen Michael

I hear that golden moon, a-singin' to that old oak tree
I can hear your heart a beatin' as you're lyin' next to me

But the words you're sayin', they don't make sense they do not rhyme
For I'm runin' out of choices and we're runin' out of time

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As the willows whisper in the wind
About our lives that could have been
And we're caught in a warm summer shower
Lyin' in that field of yellow sunflowers


When I think back to the days that I have spent
In the pastel rose garden of your tender kiss

I wish I could run back to your soft embrace so fine
But I've found a dearth of power in turning back the time

[chorus]

When I fall asleep and I dream of your sweet voice
It twists and melts like honey, into my cup of joy

But I dread when I awake I will feel as cold as snow
For my tempered fate she calls me, I can not stay I must go

[chorus]

Yellow sunflowers

Your smile it reminds me of yellow sunflowers

• Acoustic
• Experimental
• Folk
• Folk Rock
• Oakland