| Song | Wildewood Spring |
| Artist | Eliza Gilkyson |
| Album | Beautiful World |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| in the building block canyons the urban survivors | |
| are trapped in the gridlock of 9 to 5 thing | |
| burning their candles while gas engines idle | |
| they long for revival in wildewood spring | |
| come down where the wild birds sing | |
| come down where the water's clean | |
| down in the wildewood spring | |
| post grads from west texas, hippies from manor | |
| float with the rednecks as kids do their thing | |
| first nations linger with the ghost of john traynor | |
| in the deep waters of wildewood spring | |
| come down… | |
| I remember the first time I knew I could love him | |
| and this would be more than a vow and a ring | |
| with the last rays of hope and the blue sky above him | |
| he flung himself into the wildewood spring | |
| come down… |
| in the building block canyons the urban survivors | |
| are trapped in the gridlock of 9 to 5 thing | |
| burning their candles while gas engines idle | |
| they long for revival in wildewood spring | |
| come down where the wild birds sing | |
| come down where the water' s clean | |
| down in the wildewood spring | |
| post grads from west texas, hippies from manor | |
| float with the rednecks as kids do their thing | |
| first nations linger with the ghost of john traynor | |
| in the deep waters of wildewood spring | |
| come down | |
| I remember the first time I knew I could love him | |
| and this would be more than a vow and a ring | |
| with the last rays of hope and the blue sky above him | |
| he flung himself into the wildewood spring | |
| come down |
| in the building block canyons the urban survivors | |
| are trapped in the gridlock of 9 to 5 thing | |
| burning their candles while gas engines idle | |
| they long for revival in wildewood spring | |
| come down where the wild birds sing | |
| come down where the water' s clean | |
| down in the wildewood spring | |
| post grads from west texas, hippies from manor | |
| float with the rednecks as kids do their thing | |
| first nations linger with the ghost of john traynor | |
| in the deep waters of wildewood spring | |
| come down | |
| I remember the first time I knew I could love him | |
| and this would be more than a vow and a ring | |
| with the last rays of hope and the blue sky above him | |
| he flung himself into the wildewood spring | |
| come down |