Founds total 12 songs
Wild Honey
Open your arms in the early mornin'. When the light comes shinin' through. . Can't you hear my heart beat just for you?. It's beating so wild, honey. And light comes shinin'.
Whinin Boy Moan
Van Morrison. Exile Publishing Ltd / Universal Music Publishing Ltd. . Drop that coin right into the slot. Get it whether you're ready or not. Let the whinin boy moan.
Whenever God Shines His Light On Me
Whenever God shines his light on me. Opens up my eyes so I can see. When I look up in the darkest night. I know everything's going to be alright. In deep confusion, in great despair.
Whenever God Shines His Light
Whenever God Shines His Light On Me. . Whenever God shines his light on me. Opens up my eyes so I can see. When I look up in the darkest night. I know everything's going to be alright.
When The Leaves Come Falling Down
I saw you standing with the wind and the rain in your face. And you were thinking 'bout the wisdom of the leaves and their grace. When the leaves come falling down.
When Heart Is Open
And when heart is open. And when heart is open. You will change just like a flower slowly openin'. And when heart is open. You will change just like a flower slowly openin'.
When That Evening Sun Goes Down
I want you, be around. When that evening sun goes down. I want you, be around. Keep my both feet on the ground. When that evening sun goes down. I want you, understand.
Whatever Happened To Pj Proby ?
Whatever happened to PJ Proby?. Wonder can you fix it Jim. Where the hell do you think is Scott Walker?. My memory's getting so dim. . Don't have no frame of reference no more.
What Makes The Irish Heart Beat
All that trouble all that grief that's why I had to leave. Staying away too tong is in defeat. Why I'm singing this song, why I'm heading back home?. That's what makes the Irish heart beat.
Wasted Years
Wasted years been brainwashed by lies. Oh yes, I have, oh, wasted years. I'm talking about wasted years. Oh, I'm not seeing eye to eye. . I just can't see the things I should see.
Warm Love
Look at the ivy on the old clinging wall. Look at the flowers and the green grass so tall. It's not a matter of when push comes to shove. It's just a hour on the wings of a dove.
Waiting Game
On a golden autumn day returning. Where each moment never is the same. Sometimes pure joy it comes with patience. When I'm waiting on, waiting game. When I'm waiting on, waiting game.
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