I like to take a dancing class each year. It helps myself to keep in touch with me. And the girls I meet are different than the ones I meet at work. And there's always at least one sensitive guy.
It was a snowy night. And the stars were shining bright. hanging heavy in the absence of light. A caravan across the desert land. I was there and. You were there.
O - it was a snowy night. The caravan traveling across the desert land. The stars were hanging heavy in the absence of light. And you were there and I.
Santa Maria, Santa Teresa, Santa Anna, Santa Susannah. Santa Cecilia, Santa Copelia, Santa Domenica, Mary Angelica. Frater Achad, Frater Pietro, Julianus, Petronilla.
Sixty thousand sheep on a burning ship sailing across the deep blue sea. And not a soul in sight and the boiler room caught fire. And the men, the hired men, they set off signals.
Holding your amber to the light, I see centuries of you. And you find me kind, you find me tall, you find me crazy like you. And while I fight my own words, you're off saving those broken birds.
I'm bound by the fire. I'm bound by the beauty. I'm bound by desire. I'm bound by the duty. . I'm coming back in 500 years. And the first thing I'm gonna do.
I'm going to take a rope and put it over her shoulders. And head for the river and practice on boulders. And when she's real good I'm going to build a big ramp.
Begat Begat, Begat Begat. . Begat Begat, Begat Begat. Begat Begat, Begat Begat. . Oh, everyone is sayin' the same thing. Oh, everyone is sayin' the same thing.
So I'm walking down the road. No one else will take my load, so I will. Everyone is laughing, baby.. And everyone is patting their own backs. . But every stone and every stick.
At the beginning of time. Before there were waves. We'd sit in our boats. We'd float there all day. . And there weren't any waves. 'Cause there wasn't any wind.
As I roved out one bright May morning. To view the purple heather and flowers gay. Who should I spy but my own true lover. As she sat under yon willow tree.
Are you burning, little candle?. High upon the Christmas tree. Symbol of a new beginning. Faith and hope and sweet release. . Remind us of the children's faces.
Are you burning, little candle?. High upon the Christmas tree. Symbol of a new beginning. Faith and hope and sweet release. . Remind us. Of the children's faces.
...did you just touch my hand?. ...and did you just kiss my shoulder?. ah, life's a mystery.... ...and do you have your hand on my knee. and are you moving it extremely slowly?.
The hounds are running in the alley-way below. Underlining all her sins. Across the alley, there is a rented room. There is a girl, I watch, I watch her.
Come on baby come on give me. Come give your love to me again. And send me across the water. An angel stepped down. Touched lightly to the ground. An angel.
Sleep, my child and peace attend thee. All through the night. Guardian angels God will send thee. All through the night. . Soft the drowsy hours are creeping.
And how many of us will there be?. More than we are now. And where will we come from?. The rivers, the oceans, the ends of the darkest inlets. The lightest-coloured seas.
I will have a cup of tea. I will wash the cup. I will place it on the dish-rack. I will wait for it to dry. . I will have another cup of tea. I'll drink it up, I'll wash the cup.