No Moccasins
Birds are whistling songs from the trees to my ears.
Pines are growing tall making me feel like small and I wish I could make them talk to me.
Winds on my skin sailing dreams in my heart.
Waves bringing rocks on the shore like a boat and I still don't know what to do with me.
What do you want me to do?
What do you want me to say?
Pines are growing tall making me feel like small and I wish I could make them talk to me.
Winds on my skin sailing dreams in my heart.
Waves bringing rocks on the shore like a boat and I still don't know what to do with me.
What do you want me to do?
What do you want me to say?
Credits
Writer(s): Jean Francois Grenier, Francis Perron, Claudine Roy, David Lavergne, Guillaume Grenier, Christelle Chartray, Jacynthe Poirier Morand
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