She's like the swallow that flies so high. She's like the river that never runs dry. She's like the sunshine on the lee shore. She loves her love and love is no more.
Farewell my sweet. Well the time that was coming. The road has begun to move beneath my feet. Good things come to an end. Well I hope through the pain.
The lamp is burning low upon my table top. The snow is softly falling. The air is still in the silence of my room. I hear your voice softly calling. .
Now I was hangin' round Nashville writin' songs and playin' 'em for all of the stars. Watchin' 'em laugh and hand 'em back livin' on hope and Hershey bars.
Did you hear bout Stacy brown (no we didn't but we'd like to). He had every chick in town (no he didn't but he tried to). He had looks he had class do anything to get a little lass.
Someone ate the baby it's rather sad to say. Someone ate the baby so she won't be out to play. We'll never hear her whiney cry or have to feel if she is dry.
Well I've told you someday I'd have a lotta money. And you would see me grinnin' from ear to ear. Look in my pocket this ain't gabbage that I'm foldin' baby.
In the laid back California town of sunny San Raphael. Lived a girl named Pearly Sweetcake you probly knew her well. Shed been stoned fifteen of her eighteen years and the story was widely told.
Oh they won't let us show it at the beach no they won't let us show it at the beach. They think we're gonna grab it if it gets within our reach. And they won't let us show it at the beach.
Hey boys you know once I was took in by a girl with a twinkly eye. And the first time that I wasn't lookin' she run off with a handsomer guy oh my. But I'm an ingenious feller yeah as soon as my brain got uncurled.
There was a group called called Scum of the Earth. And they say they got their birth. In a basement bar on Greek Street down in Soho. The bass man he smoked grass and the drummer he kicked ass.
Oh Sahra Cynthia Sylvia Stout would not take the garbage out. She'd wash the dishes and scrub the pans cook the yams and spice the hams. And though her parents would scream and shout.
By Ivan Pawle. . Robin Williamson: Violin, flute, mandolin, bass and vocal.. Susie W-T.: Flute solo.. Janet Williamson: Organ.. . Strings in the earth and the air.
The wheels roll on and on into the older west. Seeking for sleep and you found no rest. Old genetic train is railed to the ground. And it keeps your smiles turned down.
by Robin Williamson. . Running from home full of hope. Green as dope and living on our dreams. How long ago it seems since we believed in magic. Finding love so easily then, seeking to be free as the wind.
We are sisters, UGLY and PROUD. We feel the poo as it comes out. We don't care if it's green or yellow, as long as it smells poopy.. We know we can't compare ourselves with Mary Kate and Ashley in 'beauty', but we got a mean stink and we ain't afraid of being booed at, 'cause we'll scare everyone away with our keed, yeah, that's our creed..
He fought so strong for our race. We're finally back in our place. It took his life, my dear son, and now it's over the war is won. Our Race was saved because the lives that were sacrificed: those men that died....
This is the song that we are always just this side of singing and this is the love that I am always just this side of bringing to you. this is your heart and this is my mind and somehow they are tied.