currucu le cantaba el palomito currucu currucu que volviera a su nidito. En las cumbres del guayabo muy lejos del palomar ahi estaba la paloma llorando
Currucu currucu le cantaba el palomito currucu currucu que volviera a su nidito. En las cumbres del guayabo muy lejos del palomar ahi estaba la paloma
Soft as a dove Touching the hand that lays next to me Innocent light Leading us through a moment in time Then you came home I let you cry like a father
Rain come down for days makes such thunder This old house can't take that much more And it just might Take you and me under Makin' such a great commotion
(Robert B. Ferguson) When troubles surround us, when evils come The body grows weak The spirit grows numb When these things beset us, God doesn't
Pigeons are such reprehensible things Some critics, I'm told, call them rodents with wings They terrorize folks with their constant dive-bombing
A place without a name Under a burnin' sky There's no milk and honey here In the land of God Someone holds a sign It says we are human too And while
On the way into this world, our soul was born in two Searching for you, I been searching for you Where ya been, where ya running to Where ya got to go
A prophet took my hand on all souls day He preached the value of deception Changing shadows by shape shifters rules Tales are never just for fools The
Una herida en tu mano fue la que consiguio el titulo de hermano que llevo en mi corazon una paloma blanca, vino volando y se poso, encima de tus armas
Screaming in silence fast on her feet nervously feeling fear on the street. No moving traffic only the odd wing in the air a shaft of light a strand
On the wings of a snow white dove he sends his pure sweet love A sign from above on the wings of a dove When troubles surround us when evils come the
to your restless wings And some other lover sings To the sun's bright corona I know all about these things Linda Paloma Fly away Linda Paloma
In the deep rolling hills of old Virginia There's a place that I love so well Where I spent many days of my childhood In the cabin where we loved to dwell
Wake up, come down The grass hasn't grown too high Well, ease your body down If you want to you can unhook your safety line Well, ease your body down
par Juran que esa paloma No es otra cosa mas que su alma Que todavia la espera A que regrese la desdichada Cucurrucucu, paloma Cucurrucucu, no llores Las piedras jamas, paloma
Why all these bugles cry These squads of young men drill To kill and to be killed Stood waiting by the train Why the orders loud and hoarse Why the engine
