seems unreal, my crime an illusion A scene badly written in which I must play Yet I know as I gaze at my young love beside me The morning is just a
Translation: Simon And Garfunkel. Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M..
unreal, My crime an illusion, A scene badly written In which I must play. Yet I know as I gaze At my young love beside me, The morning is just a
a crime, I've broken the law For twenty-five dollars and pieces of silver I held up and robbed a hard liquor store My life seems unreal, my crime an illusion A
shepherd from the sheep Voices leaking from a sad cafe Smiling faces try to understand I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand On Bleeker Street A
t share my branches with no sparrow's nest And my blanket of leaves won't warm her cold breast" Who will love a little sparrow And who will speak a
of cobblestone 'Neath the halo of a street lamp I turn my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That
: Original Latin lyrics: Benedictus qui venit In nomine Domini In nomine In nomine In nomine Domini In nomine Domini In nomine In nomine In
: He was my brother Five years older than I He was my brother Twenty-three years old the day he died Freedom writer They cursed my brother to his
High above a spot appears A little blossom blooms and then draws near And the sun is sinking low Now the sun has come to Earth Shrouded in a mushroom
the bone If your time to you is worth savin' Then you better start swimmin' Or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin' Come writers
Faneri-o Our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove And they called her name pretty Peggy-o Come a-runnin' down the stairs, pretty Peggy-o Come a
tell it on the mountain Jesus Christ is born Down in a lonely manger The humble Christ was born And God sent salvation That blessed Christmas morn
