love. ENGLISH TRANSLATION It's that familiar tale you've heard of the shepherd... that penniless young man, attempting to retell it, fell sound asleep. In such slumber
Night has covered the Forest with a solemn Mantle, I again visit Her Grave (May Her Murderers hear our Threat) "Though Thy Slumber may be deep Thy weak
a martyr Conspiracy led you to slaughter I tried to control it but as soon as I showed it I was shot down again Once again outnumbered Appreciation slumbered
last time we'll embrace? how many times can my heart break? feeling nothing but the burning of tears who fall like the the sun her disappears taking to a very quiet slumber
Saviour I come Quiet my soul Remember Redemption's hill Where Your blood was spilled For my ransom Everything I once held dear I count it all as loss
figures babbling on about typical rural shit I wave bye to them in a modern way and increase my stay at the dock of the bay Quiet, Ruby, someone's coming
above all this falderal on a bed made of chaparral she is laid, a coronal placed on her brow and the babe, all in slumber dreams of a place filled with quiet
, it stretches deep Will we rest our heads to slumber Beneath the vines of California wine? Beneath the sun of California one Annabelle lies, sleeps with quiet
ammo, let it slam when I be kickin it Stick it in your Jeep or your Benzo It's in so Deep you can bet YoYo never break a sweat Quiet is kept But you
touch the sky, sky And as I see I'm standing on the waves of purity, see The storm of haters is up under me Aiming their guns, trying to slumber me,
owls are hooting, And the silent leaves are still In the shadow of the hill, Shall my soul be upon thine, With a power and with a sign. Though thy slumber
shall I find in here 'till death doth his deed Away with these tales of aghast! That bereaveth my sleep. Now wine and dim light bring slumber to me!
half past eleven On long summer nights As the wireless played Radio Luxembourg And the voices whispered across Beechie River In the quietness as we sank into restful slumber
owls are hooting, and the silent leaves are still in the shadow of the hill, shall my soul be upon thine, with a power and with a sign. though thy slumber
of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An opiate vapor, dewy, dim, Exhales from out her golden rim, And, softly dripping, drop by drop, Upon the quiet
of harebells listened the soft wind breathing though the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in the quiet
sings I?m gonna force the Serengeti To disappear into my eyes Then when I hear your voices callin? I?m gonna turn just inside out Well if I ever get to slumber