May moonlight fall upon your breast May god send wind to lick your lips The river flows beneath your comb Granite, pines silver shine, green velvet throne Folding in, folding in, the watern sings the black horse scream May planets crash, may god rain ash, to sear our skin, to fold us in Kneeling close, seeking hands, our blood is warm, but what comes next!
I will let it go, I can't let it go I won't let it go, I can let it go
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"Friends In Low Places" by Garth Brooks was written by two Nashville songwriters after a meal in a local restaurant. One of them forgot his money, but said not to worry, "I have friends in low places. I know the cook."