: Se-eduta su un filo d?erba Gio-oca Co-on l?o-onde Con dei piedi l?punte Co-on le pieghe De-e-el drapeggio Su-u cui ri-isa-ale La schiuma risa-ale?
Somebody cried the death of culture Somebody spit in a little boy's face Somebody said you robbed my homeland Somebody got the wrong impression So we
In another younger day I could dream the time away In the universe inside my room And the world was really mine from June till September And if it wasn
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Here comes Good Ol'Satan Watchout! Noise lunatics are in town No chance to escape anywhere 'coz they're all the time around! They kill your deepest dreams
She fell hard for a Celtic rocker Turned her whole life upside down Her old man don't know what to do with her Out drinkin' Guinness, buyin' her own round
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Deep peace of the running wave to you Deep peace of the flowing air to you Deep peace of the quiet earth to you Deep peace of the shining star to you
Abide with me, fast falls the eventide The darkness deepens, Lord with me abide When other helpers fail and comforts flee Help of the helpless, O abide
O Shenandoah, I long to hear you Away, you rollin' river O Shenandoah, I long to hear you Away I'm bound to go 'Cross the wide Missouri 'Tis seven long
One fine day you'll find me A thread of smoke arising on the sea In the far horizon And then the ship appearing Then the trim white vessel Glides into
Cold nights of loneliness Dark nights of emptiness I stood there waiting But the summer came too late Seasons unfold Stories lie untold And still my
Days of burning sun Watch the colors run Into pools that catch the eye Disappear as you pass by You're my summer rain You're my summer rain And I know
The water's wide, I cannot get over And neither have I wings to fly Give me a boat that'll carry two And both shall row, my love and I Where love is
?Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming all alone, All her lovely companions Are faded and gone. No flower of her kindred, No rose bud is nigh, To
Let me lie on grasses green On my mother earth I lean Let me lie on grasses green On my mother earth I lean Under burning sun Through my veins she runs
Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying 'Tis you
