paroles de chanson Peaceable Kingdom - Billy Gilman
                                                    A 
                                                leopard 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                harmless 
                                                kid 
                                                lay 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                not 
                                                one 
                                                savage 
                                                beast 
                                                was 
                                                seen 
                                                to 
                                                frown
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                wolf 
                                                did 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                lamb 
                                                can 
                                                dwell 
                                                in 
                                                peace
 
                                    
                                
                                                His 
                                                grim 
                                                carnivorous 
                                                nature 
                                                there 
                                                did 
                                                cease
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                lion 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                fatling 
                                                awn 
                                                did 
                                                move
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    a 
                                                little 
                                                child 
                                                was 
                                                leading 
                                                them 
                                                in 
                                                love
 
                                    
                                
                                                Long 
                                                ago 
                                                there 
                                                was 
                                                    a 
                                                young 
                                                painter
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                had 
                                                    a 
                                                dream 
                                                that 
                                                every 
                                                creature 
                                                came
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                stood 
                                                assembled 
                                                by 
                                                his 
                                                side
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                he 
                                                painted 
                                                the 
                                                sight 
                                                that 
                                                had 
                                                sweetened 
                                                his 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                the 
                                                one 
                                                hundred 
                                                times 
                                                before 
                                                he 
                                                died
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                kid 
                                                lion 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                snake 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                child
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wide-eyed 
                                                and 
                                                formal 
                                                and 
                                                smiling 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                sun 
                                                had 
                                                stopped
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                time 
                                                had 
                                                ceased 
                                                to 
                                                move
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                wolf 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                lamb
 
                                    
                                
                                                Came 
                                                and 
                                                ate 
                                                from 
                                                his 
                                                hand
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    a 
                                                man-child 
                                                was 
                                                leading 
                                                them 
                                                in 
                                                love
 
                                    
                                
                                                Friend 
                                                have 
                                                you 
                                                seen 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                lines 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                spaces
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                colors 
                                                that 
                                                the 
                                                old 
                                                painter 
                                                sees
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                peaceable 
                                                kingdom 
                                                that 
                                                shines 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                faces
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                people 
                                                from 
                                                more 
                                                gentle 
                                                times 
                                                than 
                                                these
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                find 
                                                myself 
                                                adrift 
                                                these 
                                                days
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                endless 
                                                maze 
                                                of 
                                                ends 
                                                and 
                                                ways
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                worlds 
                                                seem 
                                                so 
                                                crazy 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                here
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                look 
                                                away 
                                                look 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                Back 
                                                or 
                                                forward 
                                                from 
                                                today
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                the 
                                                visions 
                                                of 
                                                either 
                                                fools 
                                                or 
                                                sears
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                my 
                                                friend 
                                                have 
                                                you 
                                                seen 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                lines 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                spaces
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                colors 
                                                that 
                                                the 
                                                old 
                                                painter 
                                                sees
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                peaceable 
                                                kingdom 
                                                that 
                                                shines 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                faces
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                people 
                                                from 
                                                more 
                                                gentle 
                                                times 
                                                than 
                                                these
 
                                    
                                
                                                Such 
                                                    a 
                                                beautiful 
                                                place
 
                                    
                                
                                                Full 
                                                of 
                                                joy 
                                                full 
                                                of 
                                                grace
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                was 
                                                bathed 
                                                in 
                                                our 
                                                saintly 
                                                yellow 
                                                lie
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                what 
                                                learning 
                                                to 
                                                know 
                                                that 
                                                such 
                                                things 
                                                can't 
                                                be 
                                                so
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                could 
                                                only 
                                                believe 
                                                that 
                                                they 
                                                might
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                my 
                                                friend 
                                                have 
                                                you 
                                                seen 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                lines 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                spaces
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                colors 
                                                that 
                                                the 
                                                old 
                                                painter 
                                                sees
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                peaceable 
                                                kingdom 
                                                that 
                                                shines 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                faces
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                people 
                                                from 
                                                more 
                                                gentle 
                                                times 
                                                than 
                                                these
 
                                    
                                
                                                Friend 
                                                have 
                                                you 
                                                seen 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                lines 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                spaces
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                colors 
                                                that 
                                                the 
                                                young 
                                                painter 
                                                sees
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                peaceable 
                                                kingdom 
                                                that 
                                                shines 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                faces
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                people 
                                                from 
                                                more 
                                                gentle 
                                                times 
                                                than 
                                                these
 
                                    
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