You may look around and find nothing to do. You may be hanging on the things that you knew. But it's a good time to make brand new plans. Pick up a brick or buy a cheap gun.
Make me get down on my knees. Ten different people need that pretty please. Well I think I'll go out and do it myself. Why do it all just for somebody else.
I thought of you this morning. I've been thinking of you again. Tonight I'm a poor carpenter. Waiting for my shift to end. And I'll come to my pearl. My good luck girl.
Sundays, as a rule, us kids went to Sunday School,. And Mrs Adlam said, angels stood round our bed.. To keep us safe from dark, right through to day begun,.
What can I say? It's my turn to play the villain now.. I bet you can relate, to what I've grown to hate.. You won't feel this. You won't feel a thing..
Mr Connaughton my memory's long, though the years have flown. Though the years have gone.. Was your wife's name Marjorie or Mary?. Were you from Cork or Tipperary?.
Out in the garden, amongst the bushes, Michael is crying.. Caught in a spider's web, its broken wings beating, a butterfly dying.. Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la,.
Ae alera lae, alera lae, alera eeee. Ae alera lae, alera lae, alera eeee. MarÃa, MarÃa es la magia del dÃ. Un poder, una fuerza que nos alerta. Una mujer que merece vivir why amar.
Mirar rasgado, patitas chuecas. María va pisando penas, la arena ardiente. María va calcina el monte un sol de fuego. María va temor pombero, palmar estero.
I've been away fighting hard to stay alive. And I don't know when I'll be coming home. (When I'll be coming home). Day after day never ending sleepless nights.
We've got a farm, a barn of a farm. Right in the middle of a swamp. There ain't any charm in our little farm. Right in the middle of the swamp. . Now nothing's grown since the day we came.
The nothing was never right.. The nothing is real.. and childhood hurts to remember.. You cried a sullen tear to release my fears in here.. I'm incapable of tears and I'll climb the ladder I fear..
Some ladies are foolish. Some ladies are gay. Some ladies are comely. Some live while they may. . My lady's a wild flying dove. My lady is wine. She whispers each evening.
Maxwell was a measured man, played his cards with a heavy hand. Until the day his fortune fell, ask me how I knew him well. Born unto a family, stump in place of a family tree.
written by Andy Hall. . Verse 1. When I was a child and all the world was new. I met a little girl just a sweet as mornin' dew. And she gave me a promise.
Mr. Rabbit, Mr. Rabbit. Your coat is mighty gray. Yes, bless God, it's made that way. . Every little soul must shine, shine. Every little soul must shine, shine.