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: Pilgrim, how you journey On the road you chose To find out why the winds die And where the stories go. All days come from one day That much you must
: And how do I choose and where do I draw the line Between truth and necessary pain? And how do I know and where do I get my belief That things will
: Il falco pellegrino L'avvoltoio degli agnelli La poiana e l'aquila marina Proprio non si vedono questa mattina 3500 metri e gia una bella altezza
: I am a pilgrim and a stranger Travelling through this wearisome land I've got a home in that yonder city, good lord And it's not, not made by hand
: Am I young enough to believe in revolution Am I strong enough to get down on my knees and pray Am I high enough on the chain of evolution To respect
: See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans, Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile Once he had a future full of money, love,
: See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans, Wearin? yesterday?s misfortunes like a smile-- Once he had a future full of money, love
: If you see them father please tell them I?m a poor mourning pilgrim bound for Canaan land well I weep and I moan and I move slowly on I?m a poor
: (Fisher / Reid) I sat me down to write a simple story which maybe in the end became a song In trying to find the words which might begin it I found
: The blue light spills like oceans we smile and let it in it cures us of our questions like hoods on peregrine knowledge locked in a tower barons will
: A little blood and vomit on the car seat And the tooth is sitting in my lap Brother if you?re hungry but not wounded Then it?s time to stop and
: [Music by: P. Wagner] [Lyrics by: P. Wagner] This journey started long ago When will it end? I don't know My ship's been stranded many times I've
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) Take a turn, take a turn Take our fortune, take our fortune They called the clip a two-headed cow Your hate clipped and
: Hey there gypsy, walk without a sound See those people try to put you down She's got wisdom inside her hand For no good reason, ever could be found
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Pilgrim, those are dry and bitter tears And lonely eyes look way beyond your years Pilgrim, did you drink the mercury? Your lips turn blue and you're
I am a pilgrim and a stranger Traveling through this wearisome land I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord And it's not not made by hand I got