You wave at the sky with wide lovely eyes. Waves and waves of love good-bye. And through the garden with your secret key. Down the tunnel that leads to the sea.
With a crooked smile and a heart-shaped face. Comes from the West country where the birds sing bass. She's got a house-big heart where we all live. And plead and council and forgive.
I remember a girl so very well,. The carnival drums all mad in the air. Grim reapers and skeletons and a missionary bell,. O where do we go now but nowhere?.
Who took your measurements?. From your toes to the top of your head. Yeah, you know. Who bought you clothes and new shoes. And wrote you a book you never read.
The tree don't care what the little bird sings. We go down with the dew in the morning light. The tree don't know what the little bird brings. We go down with the dew in the morning.
The tree don't care what the little bird sings. We go down with the dew in the morning light. The tree don't know what the little bird brings. We go down with the dew in the morning.
What we once thought we had, we didn't. And what we have now will never be that way again. So we call upon the author to explain. . Our myxomatoid kids spraddle the streets.
I left by the back door. With my wife's lover's smoking gun. I don't know what I was hoping for. I hit the road at a run. I was your lover. I was your man.
Little Janie, she wakes up from a dream. A gun like a jawbone down the waistband of her jeans. Mr Sandman, he can recite today's lesson in his sleep. He says there oughta be some kind of law against me going down on the street.
Just like a bird that sings up the sun. In a dawn so very dark. Such is my faith for you. Such is my faith. And all the world's darkness can't swallow up.
I know you've heard it all before. But I'm sorry for this three year war. For the setting up of camps. and wire and trenches. I'm sorry for the other night.
I married my wife on the day of the eclipse. Our friends awarded her courage with gifts. Now as the nights grow longer and the season shifts. I look to my sorrowful wife.
They found Mary Bellows cuffed to the bed. With a rag in her mouth and a bullet in her head. O, poor Mary Bellows. . She'd grown up hungry, she'd grown up poor,.
It began when they come took me from my home. And put me in Dead Row,. Of which I am nearly wholly innocent, you know.. And I'll say it again. I. am. not. afraid. to. die..
And no-one saw the Carny go, the weeks flew by. Until they moved on the show, leaving his caravan behind. It was parked out on the south east ridge. And as the company crossed the bridge.
I live in a town called Millhaven,. And it's small and it's mean and it's cold,. But if you come around just as the sun goes down. You can watch the whole thing turn to gold.
How is little Thomas McGee?. Thomas McGee, he swallowed a key. did he die, little Thomas McGee?. . Holly, Holly just let him be. he's wiser now, little Thomas McGee.
Come over here, babe it ain't that bad. I don't claim to understand the troubles that you've had. But the dogs you say they fed you to lay their muzzles in your lap.
Sugar Sugar Sugar. That man is bad. The road he drives you down. O sugar its a drag. . That road it twists. That road is crossed. Its down that road. A lot of little girls go lost.
It was back in '32, when times were hard. He had a Colt .45 and a deck of cards:. Stagger Lee. . He wore rat-drawn shoes and an old Stetson hat. Had a '28 Ford, he had payments on that:.