Diamonds from a willow tree
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Music from the birds and bees
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Perfume from a flower bed
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And clouds of pillows for my head
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Velvet grass and flutterbys
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A sea of love that wont run dry
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This is what you offered me
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A fantasy, a dream you dreamed
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But willows cant grow diamond rings
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Its left over rain early morning sun signs of spring
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The music the birds make
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Is just a sight of life that awaits
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The velvet grass is windblown weeds
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And flutterbys I've never seen
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A sea of love I've never sailed
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Its just a tale, another dream you dreamed
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Where's the clouds for pillows send
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Perfume dont grow in flower beds
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A sea of love is just a sea
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A willow tree is just a tree
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Diamonds From A Willow Tree
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| Lorrie Morgan |
