Oh, once I had a little dog, his color it was brown. I taught him for to whistle, to sing and dance and run. His legs they were fourteen yards long, his ears so very wide.
I would like to apologize for my friend, here. He hasn't been himself for a long, long time. From the beginning of his minding other people's did's and don'ts.
And when I die, and when I'm dead, dead and gone. There'll be one child born and a world to carry on. There'll be one child born to carry on. . I'm not scared of dyin' and I don't really care.
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, hill and dale in slumber steeping.
All my trials Lord. Soon be over. . I had a little book was given to me. And every page spelled liberty. . All my trials Lord. Soon be over. . If religion were a thing that money could buy.
You know this language that we speak. Is part German, Latin and part Greek. Celtic and Arabic all in a heap. Well amended by the people in the street.
Hey ho, nobody home. Meat nor drink nor money, have I none. Yet shall we be merry. Hey ho, nobody home. . Meat nor drink nor money, have I none. Yet shall we be merry.
One night as I lay on my pillow. Moonlight as bright as the dawn. I saw a man come a walking. He had a long chain on. . I heard his chains a clankin'.
In the year of the yellow cab. In the shadow of the great world war. The third kid grandmom had. . Came into this world. On a rolling farm in Maryland.
If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone. You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles. A Hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles.
The paint is old and peeling. The shutters show some cracks. There's a heavy limb on the apple tree. That's got to be cut back. . There's some water in the cellar.
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care.
Honey oh watch it all dissolve. Oh honey there's never a reason. Oh honey He's an angry God. Smoking pot with Mickey Walker. Strutting round just like a flamingo.
Written by Peter Green.. . Now the cupboards are empty. But baby you don't care. This way that I'm living. Now that you're not here. I'm walkin' the road.
Written by m.d. green.. . How many mountains can you climb. How many poems do not rhyme. How many night times in a day. How many miles are you away. .
Now when the day goes to sleep. And the full moon looks. And the night is so black. That the darkness cooks. . And you come sneaking around. Making me do things I don't want to do.
Written by peter green.. . Oh you won't see the tears. Falling down my face. And you won't see the sleepless nights. I won't leave a trace. You won't feel the endless pain.
Written by peter green.. . Seven stars are in his hand. And he walks among seven lampstands. Holds a book with seven seals. At his throne where the angels kneal.
Written by peter green.. . Baby, if you got to rock. I got to be your rockin' horse. Baby, think you'd like to roll. Maybe your diggin' it more. They're shakin' the world.
Written by m.d. green.. . The sun is shining the children smiling. As they walk along the golden sand. The chosen people have climbed the steeple. On their way to the promised land.