Turtle Dove Done Drooped His Wings-Duhks. . Turtle dove done drooped his wings. Turtle dove done drooped his wings. Turtle dove done drooped his wings.
Who's gonna make up my dyin' bed, when I die?. Repeat. Who's, gonna make up my dyin' bed? Who's gonna make up my dyin' bed?. Who's gonna make up my dyin' bed, when I die?.
Three fishers went sailing out into the west,. Oh, into the west as the sun went down;. Each thought of the woman,. That loved him the best,. And the children stood watching them out on the town..
Oh hard is the fortune of all womankind. They're always controlled, they're always confined. Controlled by their parents until they are wives. Then slaves to their husbands the rest of their lives.
A trooper lad came here at night. with riding he was weary,. a trooper lad came here at night,. when the moon shone bright and clearly. . She's taken the trooper by the hand.
"I" said the little brown and leather winged bat. "I'll tell you the reason that. the reason that I fly by night. is because I've lost my heart's delight".
Oh, who will plough the fields all day. And who will thresh the corn. Who will tend the sheep now. And see them neatly shorn. The stack that's in the haggard.
Ah! Du temps que j'etais jeune. Dondaine ma dondaine. J'avais deux amoureux, ma luron lurette. J'avais deux amoureux, ma luron lure. . J'avais Pierre et Ti Toine.
Standing on a hill, staring at a mountain;. Swallows dive and turn, trying to catch what we can't see;. Sure ain't the first time; hope it ain't the last time.
If I had taken the time. To write down a few lines. Every time that you crossed this heart of mine. I'd put them all in a book. How much time would that have took.
Oooh, baby, baby. Time. . Ohohoho, oh. . Where there is smoke there is a fire. Your love is like a burning desire. It's like a plague, I got my feet up in my mind.
There was an old, blind man. Who stood on the corner down town. . he was holding a cup. Filled up with nothing. From the christmas shopping crowd. And though I barely came up to the top of his cane.
I bet you can remember back when you were five or six. That year between each Christmas seemed like ten. And things that you looked forward to seemed so far away.
Once I promised, I'd do anything to please you. And looking back you must admit I've tried. Now you stand there and tell me I must leave you. But I can't go, well I guess I must have lied.
She used to stand at the jukebox with her hand full of change quarters and teardrops falling like rain the reason she played all those sad songs i'm the rock she broke her heart on.
The right to remain silent--Perfect Stranger. . Can I have this dance my you're looking pretty. Is there something wrong did he leave you hurting. I don't mean to pry but that tear in your eye gave you away.