Lord of all that lives and breathes. Creator of all glorious things. You never cease to manifest Your grace. . Friend of every sinful man. And Savior to this fallen land.
Last night in my dreamsI saw you with another. And when I turned around, you were gone. It all came back to me. Through a postman and this letter. That bought the words I fell in love with another.
Taking a walk. Through the valley of a roadside. Taking a walk through the valley of a roadside. On a sunny afternoon. Smoking a smokeThrough the streets of poppyfield.
I listened to your album and I watched your favorite film. Hey, hey, hey, I missed you today. I read those early letters that were filmed with early dreams.
She said, "Baby, get me out of here". And right then I knew just where. A little place not far away. A little less than half a day behind the wheel. .
She must belong to San Francisco. She must have lost her way. Postin' a poster of Poncho and Cisco. One California day. She said she believes in Robin Hood and brotherhood.
When You were young, music was Your ray of sun. You had Your heroes, and heroes had their own ones. You knew Your toys inside out. You played the hell out from them.
How can I just let you walk away, just let you leave without a trace. When I stand here taking every breath with you, ooh. You're the only one who really knew me at all.
Verse I. I'm sure he must have been surprised. At where this road had taken him. Cause never in a million lives. Would he have dreamed of Bethlehem. .
(Mark Erelli). . How many miles. Did we travel down that road. Searching all the while. For a place to call our own. So young and hypnotized. By the stars in our eyes.
(Mark Erelli). . Well, you know I used to be alone. Never ever needed anyone. I couldn't say what I was running from. Man, I was constantly blue. . Down every boulevard and backroad.
Saint Nick fell down the chimney right on cue. With a big ole' bag of gifts for me and you. I was cryin' by the Christmas tree with a bottle of Petrone.
(Mark Erelli). . CHORUS. It's just a bend in the river. Where the water slows down. Might not look like much to you. But it's my hometown. . It ain't no mystery.
he was haggard and gray, and he walked with a limp. he'd have him a smoke, and he'd take him a sip. born in the summer of twenty-four, son of a veteran of the first world war.
I don't want a lot of things. I don't need a party every night to keep me entertained. I don't want to sing that kind of tune, all I want is you. . Listen, I don't want a pot of gold.
Ich bin so alleine. bin so alleine. ich weiß nicht wohin. . Alleine, ich bin so alleine. bin so alleine. verloren der Sinn. . Und Du mit dem offenen Mund.
It was many and many a year ago. In a kingdom by the sea. That a maiden there lived whom you may know. By the name of Annabelle Lee. . And this maiden she lived with no other thought.
I can't believe this man. Maybe I should ask her. . I already know, I smell the sent in the carpet. I already know, when we walked threw the door. Should have known, should have known.
Imagine a sunny holiday. Paris or cafe. Corner table for two. And that is me and you. . Barefoot by the shore. A drink with ice and two straws. Sigh up at clouded sky.
A fine romance, my good fellow. You take romance, I'll take Jello. You're calmer than the seals in the Arctic Ocean. At least they flap their fins to express emotion.