Olive Tree - Miranda Lee Richards
Pick a fruit from the Olive Tree
Open it green show me a taste of life
I'll try anything
Put at bay your adversary your commentary
And show me a little faith
Cause I don't have much these days
Life's a walk in the park on a cold misty morning
Life's a virtual sunrise that leaves me undaunted
And now the autumn has turned and I've learned nothing matters
So wonchag wake me up in the morning
We talk about it'til we loose our voices
All these choices spinning round
Inside of our heads
Heliotrope's in the house of cards the things that are hard
Get easier in time
If you turn toward the light
Life's a walk in the park on a cold misty morning
Life's a virtual sunrise that me leaves undaunted
And now the autumn has turned and I've learned nothing matters
So wonchag wake me up in the morning
Oh wonchag pick me up in the morning
A magic trick turns the ordinary to extraordinary
What do you think of me now
As I appear
You take your view from the Eiffel Tower you feel your power
In the City of Light
The world is yours if you try
Cause life's a walk in the park on a cold misty morning
Life's a virtual sunrise that leaves me undaunted
And now the autumn has turned and I've learned nothing matters
So won't you wake me up in the morning
Oh wonchag pick me up in the morning
Yeah won't you wake me up in the morning
