Clutch - The Dragonfly Lyrics

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The Dragonfly

The Dragonfly Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For The Dragonfly By Clutch?
Could've been a swan on a glassy lake
Could've been a gull in a clipper's wake Could've been a ladybug on a wind chime But she was born a dragonfly In the sun she warmed her wings And listened to the cicadas sing "The trees are all bending In one direction Because of something" Cross-pollination by the legs of bees in the spring Is a beautiful thing Oh when the sun goes down The fireflies come out In a pond crept a slimy thing That hummed a theme from the Rites of Spring Pity the mate of Queen Mantis So content, but so headless Katy did nothing but shiver and cry As did the dragonfly In the shade the gypsies spin Among the cloves, they drop their skin "Beyond the hedge grove Over by the willows Deep in the shadows" Regeneration occurs at a furious speed Beneath the white oak tree And when the sun comes up Moon buds fold up In the sun she warmed her wings And listened to the Rites of Spring Could've been a swan on a glassy lake Could've been a gull in a clipper's wake Could've been a ladybug on a wind chime But she was born a dragonfly "Ain't ever seen it, but I have heard it Sounds like the millstones when they are turning But every moment getting louder and louder And then there is silence And the smell of flowers" |
Who Wrote The Dragonfly By Clutch?
Dan Maines, Jean-paul Gaster, Neil Fallon, Tim Sult
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What's The Duration Of The The Dragonfly By Clutch?The duration of The Dragonfly is 14:32 minutes and seconds. |
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