hands and wait for the till to see the faeryland upon the hill Take my hands and wait for the till and listen the faeries sing upon the hill
achieve. How many millions do we deceive each day? [Thru the duty she would coil their said amusement of her story asking only interest could be laid upon
worry Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill See my face on the twenty
in making their way back home The frost and the fire goes East winds and winter snows Sun upon the daffodils Dancing on the verdant hills Lambs in the
In the early dawn a stallion white Prances the hills in the morning light His bridle is painted with thunder and gold Orchids and dragons, pale knights
It?s a good song, playin on the radio It?s a fine fine day, I tell you cause I think it?s so. It?s a good life that comes upon ya now and then. And I
s raining hard in Palestine Though lands are promised, lands when will we see? So don't tell me that your God's my God I don't think they even care at
did honour us returning at evening from the great mountains out red hoods ring with bells lightly we run until before our own green hill there we did
a price upon his head His name is known in song and story, his deeds are legends still And murdered for blood money was young Ned of the hill You have
price upon his head His name is know in song and story His deeds are legends still And murdered for blood money Was young Ned of the hill You have
begin in making their way back home The frost and the fire goes East winds and winter snows Sun upon the daffodils Dancing on the verdant hills Lambs
sat upon the evening hill The shadows set, the night grew still And as I sat, guitar on knee A voice of flowers called to me Sing, sing to me your song
a page from out of town, lied and said, "It was my job" Grabbed my hat, coat, gloves and scarf, I told you that I would return But by the look upon your
get a nigga like Don dime a dozen Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill See my face on the twenty dollar bill
I've got a suitcase packed full of memories And evening's drawing near The mountain smiles upon me now It's all down hill from here An anchorage of silence
Whoa-oh-oh Come down from the mountain, you have been gone too long The spring is upon us, follow my only song Settle down with me by the fire of my
my, oh mother Mary had a little lamb Little lamb, little lamb Mary had a little lamb Its fleece was, oh Mama, mama, I searched these hills for my sweet
