Love is a many splendoured thing
It’s the April rose that only grows in the early Spring
Love is nature’s way of giving a reason to be living
The golden crown that makes a man a king
I wonder what the king is doing tonight?
What merriment is the king pursuing tonight?
The candles at the court, they never burned as bright
I wonder what the king is upto tonight?
How goes the final hour as he sees his bridal bower
Being regally and legally prepared?
Well, I’ll tell you what the king is doing tonight
He’s scared, he’s scared
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun
I walk a road horizons change
The tournament’s begun
The purple piper plays his tune
The choir softly sing
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue
For the court of the crimson king
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Lay down and let the slow tide wash me back to the land where I came from.
Where the mountain men are kings and the sound of the piper counts for everything.
Where the real mountain men are kings
And the sound of the piper counts for everything.
Come and lay down by my side
Till the early mornin’ light
All I’m takin’ is your time
Help me make it through the night
We were so close, there was no room
We bled inside each others wounds
We all had caught the same disease
And we all sang the songs of peace
Lay down, lay down, let it all down
Let your white birds smile up at the ones who stand and frown
Lay down, lay down, let it all down
Let your white birds smile up at the ones who stand and frown
I’m gonna lay down my sword and shield
Down by the riverside
Down by the riverside, down by the riverside
I’m gonna lay down my sword and shield
Down by the riverside
Down by the riverside
I ain’t a gonna study war no more
I ain’t a gonna study war no more
Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back
No more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back
No more
What’d you say?
So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
'Cause fire is the devil’s only friend
I was born in a cross-fire hurricane,
And I howled at the morning driving rain,
But it’s all right now, in fact, it’s a gas.
But it’s all right. I’m Jumpin’ Jack Flash,
It’s a gas, gas, gas.
In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand
With an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand
Now, I’m a long way from home and I miss my loved ones so
In the early morning rain with no place to go
I’ve got a lot of blues on my mind,
And at least a million miles behind me.
And all that I’ve got between me
And pauper’s hill,
Is a wrinkled, crinkled, wadded dollar bill.
-“BB”-
I’ve got five dollars
I’m in good conditions
and I’ve got ambition
that belongs to you.
Six shirts and collars
debts beyond endurance
on my life insurance
that belongs to you!
I’ve got a heart
that must be spurtin’!
Just be certain
I’ll be true
Take my five dollars!
Take my shirt and collars!
Take my heart and hollers!
“Ev’rything I’ve got belongs to you!”
See the pyramids along the Nile,
Watch the sunrise on a tropic isle,
Just remember darlin’ all the while,
You belong to me.
I knew I could be whole if you were mine
I can regain control, because you’re mine
I can take over the world, because you’re mine
Mine…
If I ruled the world,
Every day would be the first day of spring,
Every heart would have a new song to sing,
And we’d sing of the joy every morning would bring.
If I ruled the world,
Every man would be as free as a bird,
Every voice would be a voice to be heard,
Take my word we would treasure each day that occurred.
Morning has broken, like the first morning,
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird,
Praise for the singing,
Praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing, fresh from the Word.
Rule Britannia!
Britannia rule the waves.
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.
The nations, not so blest as thee,
Must in their turn, to tyrants fall,
Must in their turn, to tyrants fall,
While thou shalt flourish,…
*Oh what beautiful mornin’
Oh what a beautiful day
I have a beautiful feelin’
Everything’s going my way…
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