Bleu Voodoo Lyrics

Always, Always

Now Baby, we've had some good times
And we've had some hard times
But you're always, always on my mind

Well Darlin', I need your love
I need to give you love
'Cause you're always, always on my mind

Now Baby, sometimes when we're apart
It's hard on this grown man's heart
But you're always, always on my mind

I remember walkin' down that ol' dirt road
Hand in hand where those wildflowers grow
I held you close, you pressed your lips to mine
When times are tough I always go there in my mind
Now baby, my baby

Now Baby, you know I love so
You know I had to go
But you're always, always on my mind

Edge of Sunshine

Falling Over You

A southern breeze blows through the pines
Memories tumble back to a place where you were mine
I often wonder if I ever cross you mind
I like to think I do, and it makes you smile

I'm falling, Im falling
Will you catch me when I'm through
I'm falling over you

I remember the scent of the grass
I know the color of the ground
I know how tall the trees grow
And I know that you are still around

I'm falling, I'm falling
Will you catch me when I'm through
I'm falling over you

Can't wait to be with you again
I can't to hear me say your name
This time I'll be there in end
Will you please do the same

I'm falling, I'm falling
Please catch me when I'm through
I'm falling over you
Please catch me when I'm through
I'm falling over you

Garden of Love

Well I’ll tell you all a story bout a garden of love
Tried to sow a garden in my woman’s heart
Planted my seeds and tended it well
The reason now, I never could tell

I planted some flowers in the month of June
But by July they would not bloom
Come September, came a killin’ frost
And all this young man's garden was lost

I went on down to your daddy’s grove
I said, I tried and tried to cultivate my love
Well little Miss what do you say?
She said, foolish boy you know I’ve gone away

Each night I go back to that garden gate
On its rusted hinge I hang, and wait
Beyond brown stalks that never green
For the winter thaw, a sign of spring

Instead I mourn the death of a garden of love
My garden withered in my woman’s heart
On rocky soil no root had grown
Little Miss you’ll rue the day you were born.
Oh, You’ll rue the day you were born
For killing the garden, the garden of love

Ol' Miss Selma

Swamp Song

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