human" But nobody heard the boy's cry of alarm Nobody there 'cept for the birds Around the New England farm And they gathered in all directions Like roses
they should try to steal your cloak of leafy green. Of all the things worth dying for-- None sweeter have I seen, Than the rose that is my England--
Rose Or with my shepherd who'll bring me home Oh England My Lionheart Oh England My Lionheart Oh England My Lionheart Oh England My Lionheart Oh England
say it now Remember what I told you If they hated me they will hate you England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses It's the home of police
a-blazing And he lost the bonny bunch of roses-o Oh my son don't speak so venturesome For england she has a heart of oak And england and ireland and
80's got too far It was time for me to pick up my guitar Picked it up Looked good! All my friends turned up their noses At Freewheelin' and For The Roses
in Now I will let you go, I'll be fine I will turn and walk away Someday you will see, I'll be fine There's a rose in England's glory You paint perfect
I am back in the circus oh hustling days I look at the world in a rose colored haze Cramp tight bodies jive and girate Oh bump and grind to the rhythm
A thousand glass eyes were staring in a cellar full of antique dolls I found an old piano and sweet chords rose up in waxed New England halls While
gone dead There is no England Anarchy is right But don't contradict Or try to fight It's always dark there is no light And 77 has rose to its
'd you get your liquor And where'd you get your dram Come all the way to England To steal your pretty hand Apple like a Cherry A Cherry like a Rose
water of the welle spring. Welle was hire bour. what was hire bour? the red rose and the- the red rose and the lilie flour. [Text: Anonym, England
childish + you'll say it now "remember what I told you if they hated me they will hate you" england's not the mythical land of madame george + roses it
we are bonded love is god Gold is roses and horses Kissing petals, swishing tails Love is god, oh, sweet joy Venus fell for a while in England Air
the wall, But on the point of Gorman's spear She got a deadly fall. O lovely, lovely was her mouth: Her cheeks were like the rose And clear, clear was
DOVER, ENGLAND: SEPTEMBER 1594 (THE RECOLLECTIONS OF A WAR-WEARY MARINER) ??? MEMORIES OF DEATH AND LIFE... For countless thousands of centuries I
me A thousand glass eyes were staring In a cellar full of antique dolls I found an old piano And sweet chords rose up in waxed New England halls While