's womb Son of God, Son of man, born that we may have life You were born that we may have life You were born that we may have life Rejoice, o world,
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morning of May Unite and unite oh let us all unite For summer is a'coming today And whither we are going we all will unite In the merry month of May In
I'll never be your Maggie May The one you loved and left behind The face you see in light of day And then you cast away That isn't me in that bed you'
I'm waiting for your hands to fold around my wrist I'm mellowing in warm grass And the scent of you I've missed And blue is representing The draft in
Friend of mine in a bar, hadn't been chatted up for years, got this bloke droning on and on, boring my poor friend to tears, She looks him dead straight
I'm waiting for your hands to fold around my wrist I'm mellowing in warm grass and the scent of you I've missed And blue is representing the draft in
Translation: Irving Berlin. Abie Sings An Irish Song (15 May 1913).
Translation: The Gathering. The May Song.
Translation: The Gathering. The May Song (Radio Edit).
Translation: The Paper Chase. This May Be The Last Song You Ever Hear.
: I'm waiting for your hands to fold around my wrist I'm mellowing in warm grass and the scent of you I've missed And blue is representing the draft
: Friend of mine in a bar, hadn't been chatted up for years, got this bloke droning on and on, boring my poor friend to tears, She looks him dead straight
: Ah.. I can feel you, sweet song of summer. Your music comforts my lonely reign. I can hear you in evil darkness. That empty feeling, I'm near you
try but you Cant stand up strong -Verse2- I want you to know that I wont ever let you go Try and try as you may Ill be here every single day -Bridge
