Harry Conklin] I see the remnants of our past Were we there? I see no light, no hope, we fall Are we here? We see our aspirations fail I feel the winters
Sandy by Harry Chapin sung by Graham Nash on the A Tribute to Harry Chapin (currently out of print) Sandy is the seashore And Sandy is the sea Sandy
in the pen for minimum pay Let me out so I can drive down criminal way Pushing the rock, nah this ain't no subliminal Jay The summer too hot, and I want the winter
the pen for minimum pay Let me out so I can drive down criminal way Pushing the rock, nah this ain't no subliminal Jay The summer too hot, and I want the winter
me Is it possible For two of us To have much love in our hearts How it would be Fortuitous To find that much love in a heart The heat of winter's chill
't tell you why No,no, baby, I can't tell you why I can't tell you why I can't tell you why New York Minute Harry got up Dressed all in black
saved for winter So let's snuff that girl! Hot Blades Harry Bing! Tiny Tom Bing! Little Beck Two Shoes Bing Bang! Soupy Sue Bing Bang! Hot Blades Harry
a bottle in water Harry just floats through life Walks around all day long singin' this song Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah Mary Hippie, she's Harry's lady
to-night, But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light; Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day, Then look for
bonny sweetheart For I'm after a prize tonight But I shall be back with the yellow gold Before the morning light Yet if they press me sharply Harry me
bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize tonight, But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light; Yet if they press me sharply, and harry
chante aujourd'hui (Ben.J) Pour le peuple Haitiens (oh oh oh) Une action un soutien Un espoir pour que jamais on ne vous abandonne (Ophelie Winter)
like ya goatee is grown for years; Salam Alekum ? Chorus: Its like I've got you one day, and then you go Youre like the sun and winter, my pot of
discovered the masks in the wood Those bright eyes saw hooded figures, smashed - they streaked in shadows There places whispered their names And the summer breeze smelled with a winter