It amazes me how she can change my mind. When it seems to be impossible she can do it everytime. And the way she always loves me she's got that down perfect too.
Why the day you were born, girl. Your mom and I named you, Tanya Montana. I just thought you should know. . Your eyes were. As blue as the skies of Montana.
How many roads must a man walk down. Before you call him a man?. Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail. Before she sleeps in the sand?. Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly.
Now love is pouring through the windows. Comin' through the door. I can feel it creepin' through the cracks in the floor. Bouncin' off the walls and the ceilin' up above.
Sun light fall down on the fields. Sun light fall down over me. Work all day be all that I can be. Yeah-heh. Say I can say words only simple. Say I can say words only clear.
Now tell me where could I go but to the Lord. Living below in this old sinful world hardly a comfort can afford. Striving alone to face temptation sore where could I go but to the Lord.
She was crying. And I was lonely. And a band was playing. Some old love song. Someone had hurt her. And someone had left me. And We both needed something.
Every time you touch me I get high. And every time you're near me I can fly. High above the clouds and rain. Way above the hurt and pain. and when you're gone I fall down from the sky.
Last night all alone in a barroom met a man who set my heart awhirl. He had a smile on his lips and coal black hair and eyes that would tempt any girl.
Last night, all alone in the barroom. I met a girl with a drink in her hand. She had ruby red lips, coal black hair. And eyes that would tempt any man.
Daylight comes and bluebirds sing and outside the grass is green. But I don't care if sun shines or it's rain. 'Cause I'm happy as I can be as long as you will stand by me.
Here's a song I love to sing it's about the man that wears my ring. And even though he's tempted he knows I'll make sure that he gets everything. 'Cause when he's cold he knows I'm warm and I warm him in my arms.
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child. Sometimes I feel like a motherless child. Sometimes I feel like a motherless child a long way from home. A long way from home always wanderin'.
How many roads must a man walk down before you call him a man. Yes and how many seas must a white dove sail before she sleeps in the sand. How many times must a cannonballs fly before they're forever banned.
Calling all olive branches and laid-off doves. There is work to do before we say good-bye.. But who can see them turning to the face of love?. Though I hear them pleading with me, "Don't let us die,".
i feel so bad in the morning. i feel so bad in the middle of the day. I feel so bad in the evening. that's why i'm going to the river, to wash my sins away.
I know that somewhere there's someone. You love more than me.... Someone you love more than me.. And I hate to say it. But you have a right to be free.
How many roads. Must a man walk down. Before they call him a man?. How many seas. Must a white dove sail. Before she can sleep in the sand?. And how many times.
(w/ Linda Davis, Martina McBride, and Trisha Yearwood). (Burt Bacharach/Carol Bayer Sager). . So many times I said it was forever. Said our love would always be true.
Last night all alone in a barroom. Met a girl with a drink in her hand. She had ruby red lips and coal black hair. And eyes that would tempt any man. .