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Texarkana en route to New Orleans –
My baby fell from his bike.
And I was told he lay conscious;
And he knew death would arrive.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

From weeping trees blue bottles hang –
And southern grass come covered with mist.
Could he not stay on the road we paved?
The dirt devours those who fall adrift.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

They took his body back to the Golden State;
Where his mother wept a sad goodbye.
And not a dry eye was to be seen –
Unless you looked into my eyes.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

You’ll Turn Blizzard Into ZephyrAuteur/compositeur
: Thomas Rozès

The icy head wind of truth rises.A mantle of snow will soon cover my innocence.
Sweetie, your heart is so warm,You’ll turn blizzard into zephyr.
Then will come out the rainbows,Sunflowers shall bloom on your land

Take my hand and dance with me tonight
It's now or never, let's be young and reckless

Take my love and keep it in your heart
Juste a little space will be enough, as long as you don't forget

That all I want is you
Your eyes, your smile, your beautiful mind
I love all of you

Take these words, don't ever let them go
And if you do, I'll come back to you to say it once again

That all I want is you
Your eyes, your smile, your beautiful mind
I love all of you

Lalala.....