Unsettled Ways

Forgive me my unsettled ways. Don't linger in time or finger what's mine. Don't make me do what you wouldn't do yourself. . Forgive me the bad things I do.

Uncle Toad Said

Uncle Toad sittin' by the old south gate. Waitin' them boys they bin stayin' out late. Uncle Toad thinks, they're way out of line. Maybe they think, he is past his prime.

Une Belle Histoire

C'est un beau roman, c'est une belle histoire. C'est une romance d'aujourd'hui. Il rentrait chez lui, là-haut vers le brouillard. Elle descendait dans le midi, le midi.

Understanding The Depths

The dust and debris collapsed to the oceans and the seas. It flashed and erupted, the gods crippled with laughter. And i was powerless to pretend that i wasn't in control.

Unrest

I saw you holding hands with the moon. Scented fingers fill the room. It's making me thin. All this pulling you in. It tears me apart. And I'm back to the start.

Utóirat (fehér Babák Takarodója)

(Cseh Tams - Beremnyi Gza). Sorok fehr papron,. egyms al rom,. rgi betvet,. eddig zenget.. Utols kziratknt. rdbzom, hogy mi trtnt,. mg egy utirat,. a pontossg miatt..

Utirat (fehr Babk Takarodja)

(Cseh Tams - Beremnyi Gza). Sorok fehr papron,. egyms al rom,. rgi betvet,. eddig zenget.. Utols kziratknt. rdbzom, hogy mi trtnt,. mg egy utirat,. a pontossg miatt..

Undone In Sorrow

Over yonder in the graveyard. Where the wild, wild flowers grow. There they laid my own true lover. She's gone from me, forever more. . Fairer than the sweetest flower.

Ujule

Ay Santa Maria del Oro. te conosco paso a paso. por aqui tengo un amor. que hace dias he conquistado y ujule. . Dicen que me han de matar. no estoy mucho de las manos.

Under Neptune's Cape

Uirchill An Chreagain

(Trad.; Arr. by Ciaran Brennan). Ag uirchill a' chreagain sea chodail mise. 'Reir faoi bhron. Is le heiri na maid'ne thainig sinnir fa mo. Dhein le poig.

Up Against The Buachalawns

Unanswered Poems

Dont send me more. Of your tragic poems. My dear. Covered in blood. Of your monthly flood. Of tears. . Dont send me more. Of your angry poems. My dear.

Under One Roof

Just an old house with stories of its own. Takes me back to days gone by. The colors have faded and the steps are made of stone. An aging friend against the sky.

Unfinished Art

Bouncy ball lovers. Exploding in colors as they. Lean down over the pier. Move like the tide. On an October night. And they laugh. Till they run out of air.

Uncle Rat

Uncle Rat went out to ride. Kitty alone, Kitty alone. Uncle Rat went out to ride. Kitty alone and I. . Uncle Rat went out to ride. Sword and buckle by his side.