Four score years, living down in this rainswept town. Sea salt tears, swimming 'round as the rain comes down. . Mr. Postman, do you have a letter for me?.
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Soldier: Heart-carved tree trunk, Yankee bayonet. A sweetheart left behind. Girl: Far from the hills of the sea-swelled Carolinas. That's where my true love lies.
[Margaret:]. Gentle leaves, gentle leaves, please array a path for me. The woods are growing thick and fast around. Columbine, columbine, please alert this love of mine.
Have I ever lost your way?. Have I ever left you waylaid?. Have I ever come unstayed?. Why would I now?. There were times I loathed your name. There were times I laid on the blame.
With all the grain of Babylon. To cultivate, to make us strong. And hidden here behind the walls. Are shoulders wide and timber on. . 'Till the war came.
You belong to the gang and you say you can't break away. But I'm here with my hands on my heart. And our families can't agree, I'm your brother's sworn enemy.
Here on these cliffs of Dover. So high you can't see over. And while your head is spinning. Hold tight, it's just beginning. . You come from parents wanton.
They came down from the mountain. They strayed too long from the fountain. And all the while. All the while they longed for us. . But I won't betray you.
They came down from the mountain. They strayed too long from the fountain. And all the while. All the while they longed for us. . But I won't betray you.
Come the war. Come the avarice. Come the war. Come hell. . Come attrition. Come the reek of bones. Come attrition. Come hell. . And this is why. Why we fight.
Gray Jean was a river child. Born down by the river wild. Said hey, what ya wanna be?. Nobody's gonna? Me. . And she wants you but you won't do. And it won't leave you alone.
Colin:. . Mother I can hear your foot-fall now. Soft disturbance in the dead-fall how. It proceeds you like a black smoke pall. Still the wanting comes in waves.
I had entered into a marriage. In the summer of my twenty-first year. And the bells rang for our wedding. Only now do I remember it clear. Alright, alright, alright.
We know, we know. We belong to ya. We know you built your life around us. And would we change?. We had to change, some. You know. To belong to you. . We know, we know.
I'm made of bones of the branches the boughs and the brow-beating light. While my feet are the trunks and my head is the canopy high. And my fingers extend to the leaves in the eves, and the bright.
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Sing news with passion of the pistol. Sing news of the warning by the whistle. A night so dark in the waning. A dawn obscured by slight sky raining. .
In the Kingdom of Spain. There are such colours. They defy any name. Like drab and dolor. Oh the King and the Queen of Spain. With their long unpronouncable names.
As I was rambled. Down by the water. I spied in sable. the landlord's daughter. Produced my pistol, then my saber. To make no whistle or thou will be murdered.