The Old Grist Mill
No, I am lost
My wounded heart
Resides back home in
Pieces strewn about
The grave yard of my lost love
For only-
Sometimes I feel like a boat
On a winding river
Twisting towards a endless Black Sea
Further and further
From where I want to be
Who! I want to be
Hard Times At the Huskin' Bee
I think his directions were... Not very good
Schooltime Follies
Maybe never. Maybe I'll never give this up.
It's like French Rocco style that doesn't line with Endicott's Georgian scenes abilities.
Lullaby in Frog Land
Beatrice, I'm to young to go to frog jail!
The Ringing of the Bell
The the ringing of the bell commands you to stop making Lorna do bad stuff, spirt, and also go away.. And don't come back.
Babes in the Wood
The beast
It must be out their
It's sitting cricket
Of our inevitable
Twilight singing
Of our requiem
We are but wayward leaves
Scattered to the air bind
By different wind
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RandomQuotes, poems, rock facts, and other Otgw things. If you want the song lyrics then you can read my Over the Garden Wall Songs. Hope you enjoy, and thanks for reading. All credit goes to Patrick McHale.
