As I went down in the river to pray. Studying about that good old way. And who shall wear the starry crown. Good Lord, show me the way!. . O sisters, let's go down,.
He was born in ol' New Brunswick. In the early part of May 1909. Six years old he played the fiddle. At the barn dance on the old York County line. Every year Don got better.
I walk through my front door. She's right there like the day before. Saying "Daddy, please, play with me". Right there in the living room. In a ponytail and ballet shoes.
Ooooo you loved a liar. Tightrope walking on a thin wire. Ooooo you loved a stranger. My deception was a game changer. I'm sorry for what I've done to you.