Its not blue its cheddar.
Its yellow not gouda.
Its cheese.

i want your garden
sprout from the earth
breathe you in
consume all of you

i want to feel
green in my feet
in between my toes
it can't be beat

the sweetest smell
it's like the fuel
i know it all
a little too well

the warm embrace
what is this place?
it seems you've left
without a trace

who are you now
you've left me again
i feel the fear inside
purer than the water
that brought us here
it's beginning to get to me

How well he played his instrument that trees stopped blowing.                                              
So well even streams stopped flowing.                                     
Oh how he loved his wife so much.                                           
 He wouldn't let anyone dare to touch.                                                         
B­itten by a snake his wife dies.                
Oh how much pain the man cries.        
How enthusiastic he was to save his wife.                                                
He carried no weapons not even a knife.                                                        
On­ one condition the wife could be saved.                                              
But she was so stubborn she wouldn't behave.                                
She slipped forever back into the shades.                                                    
And is now forever in the ancient graves.