Beware ... Beware ... go to find a safer place to rest When you hear the willow's hiss beware if you dare dream neath its leaves beware, go to find
to hear Demons howling in his head At the gate my allies come Strike dead the evil ones In wilderness... Wolves howl me my lullaby Crow shrieks a fairy
ask Him everyday That you'll forever be mine I wanna hold your hand To show you I'll be there I like to do the things That let to know I care I sing this lullaby
'm goin out of my head lost in a fairy tale you hold my hand and be my guide Life is filled with stars from other skies and i hope it rains ur the perfect lullaby
Alternate title: Close Your Eyes Close your eyes and you'll do very well No more lies and no more fairy tales Hanging out, out on the street You have
My love and hearts desire The cricket sings his lullaby Beside the dying fire Dusk is drawn and the green mans thorn Is wrapped in wreaths of fog The fairies
You told me tales of love and glory Same old sad songs, same old story The sirens sing no lullaby And no one knows but Lorelei Castles out of fairy tales
spreading Silver wings over the sky; Fairy elves are softly treading, Folding buds as they pass by. Lullaby, whisper and sigh, Lullaby, lullaby. Lullaby
the cresent moon turn clouds into frowns. Watch to sea swallow and forget... Given up ambiton for and legs... Venom engulfs the most precious fairy
[Music: Patrick] From the day my eyes first open Voices inside started speaking Lullabies like faded memories of an Eden in eternal spring Where at will
1985-600c Rickie Lee Jones (1990) Double Bass: Rob Wasserman (song collected in Rob Wasserman's album Duet) Written by Rickie's father, Richard Jones, as a lullaby
Lovely to know the warmth You're smile can bring to me I want to tell you but the words you do not know Sing me a lullaby Of songs you cannot write And
everyday that you'll forever be mine I wanna hold your hand to show you I'll be there I like to do the things that let you know I care I sing this lullaby
you, my friend, were a witness to history. Ah, but with a touch of mystery. You see, before her final bow, Brooklyn would always sing the "unfinished lullaby
See the roses raining on the love parade If the land of make believe Is inside your heart, it will never leave There's a golden gate where the fairies
Lay your head down And sleep on my shoulder Lay your head down And start a new dream And for tonight The moment is over Drift in a lullaby Here where
See the roses raining on the love parade If the land of make believe Is inside your heart it will never leave There's a golden gate where the fairies
