love, you are real Really mine in the rain In the dark, in the sun Like the tide at its ebb I'm at peace in the web of your arms The Righteous Brothers
You never close your eyes Anymore when I kiss your lips There's no tenderness Like before in you fingertips You're trying hard not to show it, But baby
Yeah, I mean I hear what your sayin' I mean you got carried away in the moment And I could forgive you, I could do that I could do anythin' if I wanted
the temple that God would not let his father build And in his reign he asked God for two things, wisdom and knowledge This is the song of Solomon The
I met a little girl in Knoxville A town we all know well And every Sunday evening Out in her home I'd dwell We went to take an evening walk About a mile
It was on one cold winter night When the wind blew across the wild moor When Mary came wandering home with her child Till she came to her own father's
brothers only for my brothers and Abiel, This is for my brothers only for my brothers This is for my brothers only for my brothers, This is for my brothers
morning Woman leaving her whole life behind Train rolling on, taking mama's baby home No one knows what's going through her mind Just another love song
Elegant, but soft. Feminine as you ought. One with earth and one with God, Won't you please forgive me? As the daylight sinks, as I fail to stop
There are no lyrics :) The song is wordless.
Heel yo ho, boys; let her go, boys; Bring her head round, into the weather, Hill you ho, boys,let her go, boys Sailing homeward to Mingulay What care
Six more days and I'll be gone Get on the train that'll take me home That old train is where I belong Home's gonna feel just fine When that old train
1..2..3..4!!! Baby Bottle Pop, baby bottle pop You can lick it, shake it, and dunk it Sweet candy fun!! Baby Bottle Pop, baby bottle Pop You can lick
Sometimes I can't see past a day I know I'm growin' tired and I feel it, yeah And the song that I sing when the notes begin to ring It's hard for my head
I could be anything I wanna be I could be anything I wanna be like a bird flying up in the tree like a bee stinging for honey I could be anything
to sadness From the good life to the hells of Bob McVee But I sing a different song and tell a different story 'Cause Jesus sang a different song to
special song for Wanda Cause Wanda was a special friend of mine And somewhere makin' up his bed in Newport News Virginia I hope Wanda hears my song and
David, son of Jesse Shepherd to his fathers sheep Played the harp when Saul got weary Rocked the giant till he was fast asleep People prayed when Saul