The Confederate Dead ’Sunshine’
Words & Music by Butchy Davy
Sunshine
Sunshine falls into my mind i’m dreaming
Summer taste upon my tongue that’s cold
Yellow eyes & purple skies are bleeding
Everything that happens i am told
Butterfly is flying into nowhere
Weeping willow lands upon her wing
Everywhere that flowers i am feeling
Everyone that flowers always springs
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