Sleigh bells ring are you listenin'. In the lane, snow is glistenin'. Beautiful sight, we're happy tonight. Walking in a winter wonderland. . Gone away is a bluebird.
Oh, the summer time is coming. And the trees are sweetly blooming. And the wild mountain thyme. Grows around the blooming heather. . Will you go, lassie, go.
I am a lineman for the county and I drive the main road. Searching in the sun for another overload. I hear you singing in the wire, I can hear you through the whine.
[Chorus]. Tell me why baby, why baby, why baby why. You make me cry baby, cry baby, cry baby. Lord, I can't help but love you 'til the day that I die.
Who comes this night, this wintry night,. As to the lowly manger?. The Shepards and the Kings did come. To welcome in the stranger.. . Who sends this song upon the air,.
Little one done run out of money now. No, it doesn't seem to have a home. Left to fend for yourself in the wilderness. Out there living life all alone.
I hope someone's watching, watching over me.. I hope someone's watching, watching over me.. . I hope someone's watching, watching over me.. I hope someone's watching, watching over me..
[Chorus]. Wasn't that a mighty storm. Wasn't that a mighty. Storm in the morning. Say, wasn't that a mighty storm. Blew all the people away. . Well, Galveston had a sea wall.
I've been wandering early and late. From New York City to the Golden Gate,. And it don't look like I'll ever stop my wandering.. . My daddy was an engineer,.
Gee, it's great after staying out late,. Walking my baby back home.. Arm in arm, over meadow and farm,. Walking my baby back home.. . We go on harmonizing a song.
Moving in silent desperation. Keeping an eye on the holy land. A hypothetical destination. Say, who is this waliking man?. . Well, the leaves have come to turning.
Maybe this time I learn. I've played the fool. But I'm sick and tired of jumping hurtles. Giving with no return. What's the use?. All I do is run in circles.
It may have been Camelot for Jack and Jacqueline. But on the Che Guevara highway filling up with gasoline. Fidel Castro's brother spies a rich lady who's crying.
I'm on your team. But I never know when you're not. You never wear shoes without your socks. You never tell anything to me. . I'm on your side. But only for a while, of course.
if i make it home with what i have left i'll never ever leave again.. and i don't know if it was the weight of your words or the way you said my name..
[Originally by Black Flag]. . I was so wasted. I was a hippie. I was a burnout. I was a dropout. I was out of my head. . I was a surfer. I had a skateboard.
Sometimes I find myself searching. As I walk the streets all alone. Searching the faces for someone. Someone to take me back home, back home. . Who knows where the future leads us.
Who are you now. First love of mine. If you could see. You'd reach out for me. . In hallways. And in secret doorways. Were love's hiding places. With nowhere to go.
Now as we speed a little faster through the stars. To this new world of ours. With the seed that the garden requires. . And as we drift a little further from the shore.
Balaclava on my boyfriend's head, like he said. We've got to get away from living like the way we've been bred. Won't know what's hit them like a bat on the back of the head.