Well Oh Well

Princess of the village 
What pretty things do you desire?
I don't have much to give 
But myself it is required 

Over my head is a vision of wonderful things to come
But the devils just to close and away, away I must run 

Well Oh Well
Down in a hole I fell
Let go of all myself 
Singing well oh well 

Treetops they are swaying 
To a beat of a drum 
They rush and roar around me 
cs they fade into the sun 
The likelihood that this is something more than just a dream
Its a dangerous awakening for girls and boys like me 
That are singing 

I will rest in my home, nestled up in Tennessee
Where the water and trees surround me
cnd I can't recall one thing
Surely there is something that could 
mean so much to me
Yeah surly the grace of God will hunt me down
and give me peace