High on a hill was a lonely goatherd. Loud was the voice of the lonely goatherd. Folks in a town that was quite remote heard. Lusty and clear from the goatherd's throat heard.
Come they told me. Pa rum pum pum pum. A new born King to see. Pa rum pum pum pum. . Our finest gifts we bring. Pa rum pum pum pum. To lay before the King.
Danny was an old-time, Bourbon Street barker. Who wanted the same as Charlie Parker. And always cued-up a ball. Thinking he was one rack away. But even when you run the table.
Who's that hiding in the tree top?. It's that rascal. The Jitterbug!. Should you catch him buzzing 'round you. Keep away from. The Jitterbug!. . Oh! The bats and the bees and the breeze.
Seven days a week. Ev'ry week of the month. And ev'ry month of the year. He's got us making presents. And I'm happy. . Ev'ry girl and boy. Gets their own kind of toy.
In a quaint caravan. There's a lady they call The Gypsy. She can look in the future. And drive away all your fears. . Everything will go right. If you only believe The Gypsy.
Frosted windowpanes, candles gleaming inside. Painted candy canes on the tree. Santa's on his way, he's filled his sleigh with things. Things for you and for me.
The blessed dawn of christmas day. As honestly as children pray. The warmth that melts the eve away. The holiness of alpenglow. . I rose to join the glorious morn.
Went to a little get-together. With some old friends. Not much has changed. Since the last time I saw them. . There's a chicken in uniform. Wooden leg and a matchstick arm.
Hart Corey. Young Man Running. Don't Take Me To The Racetrack. Oh yea. Oh yea. Oh no, no. Your mother told me that you. Don't live at home no more. Your mother told me that she don't like.
Left right left right. The war came home tonight. Set alight by satellite. Drenched in tracer bullet bright. Left right left right. The newsmen stir their appetite.
The earth is possessed. By the curse of the west. Who devour. Newpaper furniture. Paparazzia by the hour. But a man with a vision. Believed. That tomorrow's begun.
The demons catch me. On the stair. And I don't know where, I am. I don't know how I got there. Where was I going?. What was I doing?. Before that same thought.
Early one morning. I was on my way to sleep. Early one morning. I was on my way to sleep. When I let one out. It was more than I could keep. In my time of dying.
It's high time to fly. In the face of the lie. It is over. To slave for ideals. That have long been ordeals. Must be over. So come on you man. Don't be conned yet again.
As I walked over North Botley copse. I saw a fine lady ghost across the tops. With a ring on her finger and the wings on her toes. She can have music wherever she goes.
I'm sick to the teeth of the news on the screen. of hisbullah scum and jihad the obscene. whose men plant the bombs and then live feeling free. to watch women and children be killed on T.V..
Ill wake in the corner alone, in a room thats not in my home, your face, in the morning its strong(?) in a room thats not in my home.. I know what you want, know what you want. I think you forgot, I know what you want..
Never gonna forget how you taste, never gonna wash your sins away, standing with your hair perfectly straight, comin down the lines across your face, never gonna forget how this feels, standing with a smile finally real, sitting in the car hands on the wheel, driving to the park to be concealed. Thanks for the visit. Ah, thanks for the visit..
It's just three hours from here. Love so far but so near. I left her in the dark. And now she thinks that I don't care. It's just a quarter to call. Wouldn't take long at all.