Always rock me, always rock me on the rocking chair of dreams. you embroider with silvery sugar and starch that shine on the skin-moon. thousands thousands pink butterflies are flying.
There was a lad was born in Kyle,. But whatna day o' whatna style,. I doubt it's hardly worth the while. To be sae nice wi' Robin.. . Chor. - Robin was a rovin' boy,.
I am a ramblin' Irishman. It's Ulster I was born in. And manys the happy hour I spent. On the banks of sweet Loch Erin. Ah but to live poor I could not endure.
Suddenly youre shaken with pain. Shooting down inside you. And now youre crumbling away. But this isnt like you. It doesnt stop til it breaks down all you know.
Nu r den skna sommarn hr. med lust och fgring stor.. Och bruna ben och tunna skor. och mesen som i holken bor. och doft av hgg och kaffekask. och burken full av mask..