Das Lied der schönen Helena. . das spielt Pythagoras. Pythagoras.. Das Lied der schönen Helena. klingt von Piräus über's Meer.. . Sie war das kleine Mädchen.
(To This World). . In this world we have our trials. Sometimes lonesome, sometimes blue. But the hope of life eternal. Makes all old hopes brand new. .
Well, I've heard 'em say there's one for everybody,. And I just knew somehow that you'd be the one for me.. 'Cause making love with you's not just a hobby:.
Moi. je ne savais presque pas parler francais. quand on s'est connus tous les deux. de ton cote tu ne dis pas un mot d'anglais. mais tu devinais dans mes yeux.
Riding east bound freight train, stealing through the night. He was just a lonesome hobo who was fighting for his life. The sadness in his eyes revealed the torture of his soul.
No voice has inspired me more than my mother's. She showed me that music is a pathway to higher ground. . I'm pressin' on the upward way. New heights I'm gainin' every day.
Sometimes I feel discouraged. And I think my works in vain. I'm tempted oft(en) to murmur. To grumble and complain. But then I think of Jesus. And all he's borne for me.
Through your heart there runs a highway. where the traffic comes and goes. and the old loves are replaced by the new. I keep searching for the stop sign I know I'll never find.
(Verse 1). A certain man one day did go down to Jericho. Fallin among thieves along the way. Well they stripped him then they fled. Leaving him for dead.
Goodbye little darling, we're parting. Parting don't always mean goodbye. Although we have to part. You're always in my heart. Goodbye little darling, goodbye.
God walks the dark hills. The ways, the by ways. He walks through the billows. Of life's troubled sea. He walks through the cold dark night. The shadows of midnight.
You say that you're born again. cleansed of your former sins. You want me to say "I forgive and forget". But you've done too much to me. Don't you be touching me,.
Go on ahead and go home. Go on ahead and go home. Boy, you've done your best. Time you took your rest in the sheltering loam. Go on ahead and go home.
How drunk we were, each with the other,. that marvelous night,. when only the Asian darkness gave us light,. and the watering canals were murmuring. and the black carnation's scent pierced.
Versts by the hundred, miles. by hundreds, hundreds. Of dim kilometers beneath our track:. Reaches of salt marsh, feather. grass that billowed;. Beyond, the somber cedar.
Oh, I hear that train a-coming, coming on 'round the bend. I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when. I'm stuck in Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' on.
In the merry month of june, from me home I started. left the girls of Tuam, so sad and broken hearted. saluted father dear, kissed me darlin' mother. drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother,.
Let me walk, blessed Lord, in the way Thou hast gone,. Leading straight to the land above;. Giving cheer everywhere to the sad and the lone,. Fill my way every day with love..
Twelve-hundred miles, it's length and breadth. That four-square city stands. It's gem-set walls of jasper shine. They're not made by human hands. . One-hundred miles, it's gates are wide.
Standing barefoot on a cold wood floor,. Looking out the window of my back door.. If it keeps on raining I think the whole damn house is gonna float away..