Time is weaving. It's silvery web. Outside it's realm. You think we're dead. . What if you died. What if you could. You'll understand. I know you would.
We had a very rough winter that year,. The village was covered with snow,. I still remember the hard work of all men. Trying to clear the roads,. And although frozen through,.
The moon she rides the tattered storm. On a ragged gypsy journey. The snow lies on the mountain. Like a cloak upon a king. . My dreams go tumbling with the dust.
Is this some kind of confession?. Am I obliged to let you speak?. Are you still wondering whether. our actions are ever. completely pure?. How could I be sure?.
Take me, take me. Out into the night. Show me, show me. Wonders and delights. . Faces 'round a fire. Lights across the sky. The witching hour. They're calling me now.
Wait a minute, it's all gone south. Words don't matter, I'm all talked out. I want to show You another way. I want to shield you from my mistakes. . Ooh, they're the ties that bind us.
This is all wrong. I've washed all of my clothes and now your smell is gone and all that ever was and ever will be of our love. Well I say let it rain. It hits the window darling but brings the pain. There's nothing better for your sweet sweet slumber like rollin' thunder..
Summertime is cold enough, the winters gotten warm. And you're the only one that's come along, and made me trip over my tongue. You're everything I'll ever need, exactly what I want. It's taken me an entire year to write you this small song. My tongue don't always help what's in come out. The songs won't ever let you down..
Once upon a time there was a tavern. Where we used to raise a glass or two. Remember how we laughed away the hours. And dreamed of all the great things we would do.
The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk. Are secretly unhappy men because. The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk. Get paid for what they do but no applause.
Dream are nothing more than wishes. And a wish is just a dream. You wish to come true. . If only I could have a puppy. I'd call myself so very lucky. Just to have some company.
I never knew that a day. Like today laid before us. I've got the sun in my heart. And my heart's in the sun. . Skies are as bright as your eyes. The horizon is open.
Last of the leaves, fell today. I saw it myself, just down the way. The final one fell on my street. It went from green, red to grey. . Now I'm out in the cold and I'm waiting on someone to say.
Death flashed out of the skies,. Fueled by terrorists telling lies,. A fireball searing our eyes,. Burning deep into our brains.. One hundred and ten stories later,.
You took me to the highest mountain,. To show me the world that you know.. You said that when you reach the top,. There's only one place to go:. To the valley below..
What'll I do today?. What'll I do today?. I spend all of my time. Just making up my mind,. Walking down that lonesome highway.. Walking down that lonesome highway..
The great gray sky loomed large overhead;. The late Jay Fry lay cold and dead.. Fate had lingered and then fled;. Fortune nodded, then turned and sped.
Tell me, Icarus,. What do you see?. I see a thousand faces. Looking up at me.. . Tell me, Icarus,. What do you hear?. I hear the Voice of God. Whispering in my ear..
The water's wide, I can't swim o'er. And nor have I the wings to fly. Build me a boat that can carry two. And both shall row, my love and I. . Now love is gentle, love is kind.
In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and six. We set out from the coal quay of Cork. We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks. For the grand City Hall in New York.