Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
I used to see the birds fly
So high in the sky
I'd see the little birds fly
And I'd wonder why
Not one tear
Not one mournful sigh
Now when I die and I will see
You can dig my grave shallow
And not narrow and deep
I'd lay on that hillside as time goes on
I'll feel the south wind blowing
As I go alone
Well it's Codine, it's Codine
I'd love you from old
I heard more Codine than your silver
And your gold
It helped me when I was restless
You know it helped me to grow old
So give the stars to my mama
And give the moon to my pa
Give the road to my best friend
When the wild geese howl
Give love to my enemies
Well give it all