Reach out for the winds that we share Then you will feel I am near Taste it by the snow, I am here where you left me I told to the mourning tree
I can't see black or white, and I won't make it through the night. What you don't know will never hurt you. A horrifying screech, from a parked car down
me Reach out for the winds that we share Then you will feel I am near Taste it by the snow, I am here where you left me I told to the mourning tree
me To the mob John Gotti rap dudes bitin' me 'cause I got it locked like the late Bob Marley Pardon me y'all, the great Bob Marley Solemnly we mourn
The hanging tree The hanging tree The hanging tree The hanging tree Who will mourn for you when you're gone? Who will mind your kids when you're gone
High in a tree on the top of the hill By the light of the lonesome ol? moon I hear the call of a lone whippoorwill Singing his mournful tune Way off
hop died? Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride? Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride? Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late
me to the mob John Gotti, rap dudes bitin me cause I got it locked like the late Bob Marley Pardon me y'all, the great Bob Marley Solemnly we mourn
me and say a mournful rhyme We are the sculptors of the land, the rulers of the sea We are the falcons of your sins, gardeners of the trees The air about
to humble to the crown, bound down with iron chain. Now donahue was taken all for a notorious crime And sentenced to be hanged upon the gallows tree
meadows round She came upon a broad river And in the shade of a tree sat down Her true love being not far behind He heard her make a mournful sound
The sun set down behind the trees How quickly did my skin Sense the chill upon the breeze And I'm uneasy, the night surrounds me As dusk ushers out the
Wake up, it's Christmas mourn Those loved have long since gone The stockings are hung but who cares Preserved for those no longer there Six feet beneath
rain I've never had but one true love And in green-wood he lies slain I'll do as much for my true love As any young girl may I'll sit and mourn all on
s gate. He begged for crumbs from the rich man to eat But they left him to die like a tramp on the street. And Jesus who died on Calvary's tree, Shed
and wept and bowed and mumbled softly, "Danke shoen" The children on the roadsides of the villages and towns Would stand around us laughing as we stood like giant clowns The mourning
UPON HER CHEST CAUSE A ONE IRON BEAST WAS COMING FROM THE EAST AND ANOTHER ONE WAS COMING FROM THE WEST THE BIRD FLEW FROM THE TREE TOPS AS THE
