The birds in springtime sing their song,
So sweetly and so pure,
But they cannot compare with your sweet words,
Of this you can be sure
. .
. You wouldn’t want to land in the sand. ”
Holding Jeff’s shoulder tightly, “OK, that’s all, just remember, God made you, and…”
“God don’t make no junk
The birds in springtime sing their song,
So sweetly and so pure,
But they cannot compare with your sweet words,
Of this you can be sure
. .
. You wouldn’t want to land in the sand. ”
Holding Jeff’s shoulder tightly, “OK, that’s all, just remember, God made you, and…”
“God don’t make no junk
The birds in springtime sing their song,
So sweetly and so pure,
But they cannot compare with your sweet words,
Of this you can be sure
. .
. You wouldn’t want to land in the sand. ”
Holding Jeff’s shoulder tightly, “OK, that’s all, just remember, God made you, and…”
“God don’t make no junk
