come true Bop-bop-a-whoa Ain't no song like an old song, Charlie Bop-bop-a-whoa There ain't no song like an old song, Charlie Bop-bop-a-whoa There
It's only when the high winds blow that I wish my hair was long Sailing through the autumn leaves singin' an ancient song Or falling in love in the streets
an English Country Garden We rolled around kissing on the ground In an English Country Garden You succumbed to my charms, fell asleep in my arms In an English Country Garden
Slowly let me tell you a story of a tree, an apple tree Once in a summertime garden lived a little apple tree And the man who owned it wanted it to be
? [WITCH] In the past, when your mother was with child, she developed an unusual appetite. SHe took one look at my beautiful garden and told your father
in my home I am caressed by my razor And so am not alone I spoon an oversize pillow Which I bought for just that use And to the flowers in my garden
all that I could save But I ended up in California in an unknown grave [Chorus:] In these gardens of white crosses growing in the California sand In these gardens
deceived by an angel I was deceived by an angel I was deceived by an angel, by an angel, oh I was deceived by an angel I was deceived by an angel I
me scraping the tar from the garden walls this duty frightens me deep the well deeper still the weight of my descent torrid waters emerge an acrid
BENEATH THE WILLOW TREE SHE BECKONS ME DEEP INSIDE AN AUTUMN'S CHILL WITCHES SPELL BY CANDLELIGHT LEDGENDS CRY SO SAD THE GHOST BEHIND HER PRECIOUS SMILE
old house will tumble down When the leaves begin to fall in the autumn And the raindrops drip from the trees There's an old old man who walks in the garden
An' as they stood there by the garden gate, Jimmy picked a wildflower from the ground As he placed it in Amy's hand an' kissed her, An' her fingers
suffocate again Leave me lying on your pillow Dance with me until no morning ever comes And my hair is turning gray Like a dying leaf in autumn always fades In a wilting garden
tumble down When the leaves begin to fall in the autumn And the raindrops drip from the trees There's an old old man who walks in the garden And
If the earth was a willow and you were one too Would earth be weeping so gentle and true? If I was the garden whereas you could grow Would you hand me
shut our eyes to the beauty and fell asleep ...and oblivion erased our memories of fall and blinded our eyes. Overwhelming were the days, as autumn embraced
o Ballochmyle!' Fair is the morn in flowery May And sweet is night in autumn mild, When roving thro the garden gay, Or wand'ring in the lonely wild
Written by john curulewski Lead vocals by john curulewski Woke up in rainy autumn Morning mist beginning to wane And the birds of the winged trees Calling
