"Wasn't it yesterday I was eight years old
A pocket full of rocks
That I knew were made of solid gold
There were girls to be hated..."
Miracles Follow The Plow
When We're Willing To Break New Ground
And How The Fields Turn White..."
You Don't Want To Push A Desperate Man,
Ain't No Tellin' What He Might Do
You Don't Want To Corner A Passionate Heart..."