Hmm, silent night, holy night. All is calm, all is bright. 'Round yon virgin Mother and Child. Holy Infant so tender and mild. . Sleep in heavenly peace.
I just came back from a trip along the Milky Way. I stopped off at the North Pole to spend the holiday. I called on old dear Santa Claus to see what I could see.
There's a band tonight down in Shamrock City,. Where the girls of Limerick are much too pretty;. Joe Cooley's Reel on accordion,. Like the blues with the touch of O'Carolan..
Oh, me name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep, chimney sweep. Oh, me name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep. Oh, me name it is Sam Hall, and I've robbed both great and small.
Sweet Jane. . Intro: C D C D C D C D C D. . D. Oh come sweet Jane for I must go. C. Come closer to me. D G. My trunk is stowed on Johnsons boat. D. With all his company.
It was just a week till Sovven, and the nights were turning chill. And the battle turned to stalemate, double-bluff, and feint and drill. When a shadow drifted northward, just a shadow, nothing more..
(Hans York / T. Armstrong). . Wake up, wake up. Wake my girls every morning. Stand em up, Stand em up. Put their warm clothes on tight. Feed em well, feed em well.
(Hans York/ T. Armstrong). . We never walked down the safest path. Which we would feel regret for. Standing on fences with our heads hanging down. With no risk to keep us open.
When I was just eleven, I died and rose again - a symbol to transcend the watery grave.. There the cup uncovered, I shone the light within - the radiance on my prepubescent face.
I just woke up in wonder staring at my wall. Is this what they call falling if they speak at all?. What is freedom in Jesus? How far does it span?. I am lost and unable, I am just a man.
Sweet Guinevere, you're off to the coal town tonight. And your young brother Ernie's up in Pittsburgh PA. You know mother loves you, and dad's in the mine.
I can see her lyin' back in her satin dress. In a room where ya do what ya don't confess. Sundown you better take care. If I find you beenn creepin' 'round my back stairs.
Where the road runs down by the Butternut Grove. To old Bill Skinners Stream. Do tell at the noonday bell. It's time for a summertime dream. . In a lunch pail town, in a one horse way.
He came down through fields of green. On the summer side of life. His love was ripe. . There was no illusions. On the summer side of life. Only tenderness.
If you really knew how many times I've tried to help you. Make your mind up in the matters of the heart, you'd not be bothered. By the miscues or the bad trips that seem to come and plague us.
Well I got my mail late last night. A letter from a girl who found the time to write. To her lonesome boy somewhere in the night. She sent me a railroad ticket too to take me to her loving arms.
If you've got a heartache. Of the kind that will not pass by. Even if you don't see the end. Of what lies around the bend. Don't stay that way. It's all in a day believe me.
In the dawn's early light. From a long and a sleepless night. She returned again this morning. From her long and restless flight. . And my red hollow eyes.
So fine, so fine the web you spin,. I come too close and I'm caught again!. In the web of wild design,. I do not know what fate is mine!. All the day sit and spin,.