Hurt we hurt. In a dark room. Sleep we sleep. Over everything-over. everything. Dream we dream. To taste each other's tree of. sugar. Go we go. Vile man you have hit my.
(Hans York / Evo Bluestein). . Awoke this morning feeling fine. Sun will fall or rain will shine. Autumn winds steal thoughts of mine. . A soaring hawk is circling high.
Here she comes the mysterious lady from St Martinique. When she goes a strollin' the eyes are all rollin' at her for a peek. When she goes a walkin' the island starts talkin' admiring the golden physique.
I woke up this mornin' in a terrible mood,. You talk about a woman treatin' a good man rude. She left me talkin' to myself just a gazin' at that mean old wall..
Recorded by Hank Snow. . When the western sun is sinking and the moon creeps thru the sky. And the little doggies cuddle close and dream. Then I'll ride on down the canyon with a heart that's light and free.
For years and years I've rambled drank my wines and gambled. But one day I thought I'd settle down. I met a perfect lady she said she'd be my baby. We built a cottage in the old hometown.
There is but one real religion that redeems a sinners soul. It's as timeless as the ages and it never will grow old. My Lord Jesus, he's the power.I am the way, the truth, the life.
Market street and needles, now floating in the system, looked me in the eye ,you can't even miss it. The clinic the clinic increased methadone,5 percent rehabbed you wouldn't even know.
There's a place I'll always cherish, 'neath the blue Atlantic sky. Where the shores down in Cape Breton bid the golden sun to rise. And the fragrance of the apple blossoms sprays the dew-kissed lawns.
Make some noise with bold declaration. Make some noise with all you have. Make some noise without reservation. Make some noise for the son of man. . These walls were made to be broken down.
There are friends who will want you but just for a day. There are pals you think true but they'll cast you away. But there's one loving soul boys I'll sure recommend.
I never knew that the place I grew is the grandest place on earth. Till I roamed around from town to town but now I know what it's worth. Listen while I'll tell you bout the place I mean.
I want to go back to the little grass shack in Kealakekua Hawaii. I want to be with all the kanes and wahines that I used to know long ago. I can hear the old guitars a playing on the beach at Honaunau.
THERE'S A PLACE IN HAWAII. THAT IS VERY DEAR TO ME. I AM HOMESICK AS CAN BE. WON'T YOU LISTEN TO MY PLEA?. . I WANT TO GO BACK TO MY LITTLE GRASS SHACK IN KEALAKEKUA HAWAII.
Ich mach mich auf den Weg zu nem Autohändler. Mein kleiner VW der macht es nicht mehr. Kaufmir nen riesen Mercedes Benz stattdessen,. den fahr ich dann aus wie besessen..
Some folks like to wish upon a little silver star. Others wish upon that big old moon. If you want to make a wish and have that wish come true. Let me tell you I should know because one night in June.
Written by B. Peterson and B. Bergantine. Recorded by Hank Snow. . Evening shadows make me blue. When each weary day is through. How I long to be with you, my happiness.
Recorded by Hank Snow. . My good gal is gone, don't know why she went away. Yes, my gal's gone, don't know why she went away. All I know is she's gone didn't have a word to say.
The man above was a murderer the man below was a thief. And I lay there in the bunk between ailing beyond belief. A weary armful of skin and bone wasted with pain and grief.
The postman dropped a letter in my door. The address wasn't plain, but I could see. It had traveled far across the great Pacific. From my Filipino Rose across the sea.