I got frostbitten in the winter. Ice skating on the river. With my pretty little black-eyed girl. She'd make your darn toes curl just to see her. . I got a fringe front on my buggy.
I got frostbitten in the winter. Ice skating on the river. With my pretty little black-eyed girl. She'd make your darn toes curl just to see her. . I got a fringe front on my buggy.
When I was a boy I had a lot of fun. I lived by the sea, I was a fisherman's son. My mother she was a fisherman's wife. She was scrubbing floors most of her life.
We look at the table. And we look at the time. We see a short fuse burning. We're standing on a land mine. . You look at the cold soup. I look at the gray wall.
The roses in the window box. Have tilted to one side. Everything about this house. Was born to grow and die. . Oh it doesn't seem a year ago. To this very day.
I wake up and I look at the clock. In the middle of the night my heart stops. When I see you in the moonlight. I know why I'm in love. . Peace will come I promise you.
Gulliver's gone to the final command of his master. His watery eyes had washed all the hills with his laughter. And the seasons can change all the light from the gray to the dim.
Goodbye England's rose. May you ever grow in our hearts. You were the grace that placed itself. Where lives were torn apart. You called out to our country.
On a hill long ago, on a cold winter's night. In a land far away, three kings saw a light. And from heaven it shone like God's, God's own crown. And it guided three kings into Bethlehem town.
I can't light no more of your darkness. All my pictures seem to fade to black and white. I'm growing tired and time stands still before me. Frozen here on the ladder of my life.
The roses in the window box. Have tilted to one side. Everything about this house. Is gonna grow and die. . Oh it doesn't seem a year ago to this very day.
In this room, it's cold and dark. It feels like me, I'm far from home. In this town there is no one. The lamp is low, when can I go home?. . All I can do, is hold on to what I have.
I can't light no more of your darkness. All my pictures seem to fade to black and white. I'm growin' tired and time stands still before me. Frozen here on the ladder of my life.
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady. Seamstress for the band. Pretty-eyed, pirate smile. You'll marry a music man. . Ballerina, you must have seen her. Dancin' in the sand.