It being a fine morning, this young man he chose. That he'd make occasion to wear his fine clothes. . And it's down to the glen where the bonnie lassie goes.
THE GABERLUNZIEMAN. . Oh the pawky auld carle cam o'er the lea. Wi' mony guild-e'ens and guid-days tae me. Sayin', "Guid wife for your charity. Would you lodge a leal poor man?".
THERE came to the beach a poor exile of Erin.. The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill;. For his country he sighed, when at twilight reparing.. To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill..
There was a fair young lady so lately I've been told. She lived with her uncle, the cause of all her woes;. Her uncle had a ploughboy, which Mollie liked quite well.
Have you seen him on the corner. And his lip would reach the pavement.. He's been hiding from his razor,. Is he not an awful sight?. In love he was the purist,.
When I was a miller in Fife,. Losh! I thought that the sound o' the happer. Said, ``Tak' hame a wee flow to your wife,. To help to mak' brose to your supper.''.
My heart was ance as blythe and free. As simmer days were lang,. But a bonnie westlin weaver lad. Has gart me change my sang.. . Chorus:. Tae the weaver's gin ye go fair maid,.
Jimmy can we talk a minute?. I've got some things that I need to get off of my chest.. . I know that we've had a few and it's far too late but if I wait I might never tell you..
Do you find it gets a little easier each time. you make it disappear?. Old fools the magician bend the rules. and the crowd watches his every move.. .
Would you be free from your burden of sin?. There's power in the blood, power in the blood.. Would you or evil the victory win?. There's wonderful power in the blood.
Now the preacher sat up in the tree ,. Some sayhe hidded all night. Along about daylight he said"O Lord. If you don't hit that bear. You'll see one awful sight"..
The Old Rugged Cross. On a hill far away,. Stood an old rugged cross,. The emblem of suffering and shame,. And I love that old cross,. Where the dearest and best,.
Andy Griffith. Miscellaneous. Fishing Hole. Well now, take down your fishing pole and meet me at the fishing hole.. We may not get a bite all day but don't you rush away..
There's a church in the valley by the Wildwood,. No lovelier place in the dell.. No spot is so dear to my childhood. As the little brown church in the vale..
Maybe live for the dark leaves. Shake the floor, the seeds come spinning down. All night, let's go all night. Through your hair giving me those green eyes.
There is no greater love. Than what I feel for you. No greater love,. No heart so true. . There is no greater thrill. Than what you bring to me. No sweeter song.
V1.. Theres something in the air. Doesnt anybody care anymore?. Theres something on the breeze. Forcing me to my knees.. . V2.. Theres something in the way that the.
Christine:. Think of me,. Think of me fondly. When we've said goodbye. Remember me,. Once in a while,. Please promise me you'll try. When you find that once again you long to take your heart back and be free,.
PHANTOM: Past the point of no return. No backward glances. Our games of make-believe are at an end.. . Past all thought of if or when. No use resisting.
Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defenses. . Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor.