the moon You're a lost sailor You've been too long at sea Some days the gales are howling Some days the sea is still as glass Oh, raise the main sail
where's the moon. You're a lost sailor, been away too long at sea. Somedays the gales are howling, sometimes the sea is still as glass. Oh, raise the main sail
Translation: Grateful Dead. Lost Sailor.
skies I'm on my way, on my way. If all you got to live for is what you left behind, Get yourself a powder charge and seal that silver mine. Lost
I'm on my way - on my way If all you got to live for is what you left behind get yourself a powder charge and seal that silver mine I lost my boots
he was penniless. Maybe in the morning, as the politician sipped breakfast tea, She lay cold and dead before the empty grate. Every year thousand of
of cold and he was penniless. Maybe in the morning, as the politician sipped breakfast tea, She lay cold and dead before the empty grate. Every year
dying of cold and he was penniless. Maybe in the morning, as the politician sipped breakfast tea, She lay cold and dead before the empty grate. Every
