Griselda is greedy, I'm sorry to say.. She isn't contented with four meals a day,. Like breakfast and dinner and supper and tea. (I've had to put tea after supper-you see.
If you could fill a veil with shells from Killiney's shore. And sweet talk in a tongue that is no more. If wishful thought could bridge. The Gulf of Araby Between.
I always knew that you would take yourself so far from home. As soon as and as far as you could go. By the quarter inch cut of your hair, by the Army issue green.
Movin' on, movin' on. Isn't that what I'm supposed to do?. Just hold it back and keep movin' on. Keep movin' on. Pushin' on, pushin' on. Isn't that what I'm supposed to do?.
Top of the fold. Toast of the town. Everyone stops when you come around. They hold their breath for you. . Heroes are born, idols are made. We're all fools for this factory fame.
Blue like the winter snow, the full moon. Black like the silhouettes of the trees. Late blooming flowers lie frozen underneath the stars. I want you to remember me that way.
Lalalalalalala lalalalalalalalala lalalalala lalalalalala lalalalalalala. lalalalalalala lalalalala. lalalalalala. You've been so kind and generous. I don't know if I can give it.
Giving up everything. My hungry ghost of hopefulness. Giving up everything. Not haunted by wanting this. . Giving up everything. The fortune I was saving.
I'm an effigy. A parody of who I appear to be. Put your flaming torches under me. . I'm an effigy. A parody of who I appear to be. Put your flaming torches under me.
See, they are clearing the sawdust course. For the girl in pink on the milk-white horse. See the girl in pink on the milk-white horse. Cantering over the sawdust course.
Come here ladies and gentleman. Listen to my song. Play it to you right. But you may think it wrong. . May make you mad. But I mean no harm. Its just about the renters.
I should know to leave them home. They follow me through the store. With these toys I can't afford. "Kids, take them back, you know better than that.".
Within the fire and out upon the sea. Crazy man, Michael was walking. He met with a raven with eyes black as coal. And shortly they were talking. . Your future, your future, I will tell to you.
Are you crying, my little one. Footsore and weary. I must tramp on through the winter night dreary. Fall asleep, pretty baby, warm on my shoulder. . While the snow falls upon me colder and colder.
Young Emily was fair lady bright. She loved her diver boy. Who sailed over the ocean. To gather up some gold. . Seven long years returning. His money for to show.
Once, I loved a sailor. Once, a sailor loved me. But he was not a sailor. that sailed on the wide blue sea. He, sailed in an airship. Sailed like a bird on the wind.
It's a Saturday afternoon romance. Between a cowboy and a fool and a fool. . A drunken meet up. In a crude saloon. A poor rocky mountain town. He's a scoundrel and she's no pearl.
Well, I've walked these streets. A virtual stage, it seemed to me. Makeup on their faces. Actors took their places next to me. . Well, I've walked these streets.
Children go where I send thee. How shall I send thee?. Well, I'm gonna send thee one by one. One for the iddy biddy baby. Wrapped in swaddling clothing.
They're writing songs of love. But not for me.. A lucky star's above. But not for me.. . With love to lead the way. I've found more skies of gray. Than any Russian play.