The side of a little hill
Oh and she's always dressed in white
Oh and she turns, she pulls a smile
Litter little brother spills
Picks the litter from the ground
The girl that does yoga
And the dogs, they
And the dogs, they run
Publisher: WARNER/CHAPPELL MUSIC PUBLISHING LT
Litter little brother spills
When we come over
On the side of a little hill
Like a morning sun
And she gives, I get
The girl that does yoga
Like a morning
And she gets splashed in rain
The girl that does yoga
I become a child, man, she move my world
And there's no need for me
She lives with an orange tree
She's like an angel, man, she burns my eyes
She lives with an orange tree
Without giving anything to see
In the good, good morning sun
And the day, it ends
When we come over
Girl that does yoga
When he comes over
Good, good morning sun
And the day, it
Like a morning sun
The girl that does yoga
He lives in a little house
And the dogs, they run
Oh and she moves like a little girl
The girl that does yoga
Songwriter: Damien George Rice
And turns away and leaves me standing
Without giving anything to me
She picks the dead ones from the ground
And the day, it ends
Without giving anything to me
We drive her 'round and she drives us wild
Got a wolf to keep her warm
He gives, I get
When we come over
She gives, he gets
Side of a little hill