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Barbara Dickson John Paul George Ringo Bert

I read the news today, oh boy About a lucky man who made the grade And though the news was rather sad Well, I just had to laugh I saw the photograph

Through the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan Earth stood hard as iron Water like a stone Snow had fallen Snow on snow, Snow on snow In the bleak

Picture yourself in a boat on a river With tangerine trees and marmalade skies Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly A girl with kaleidoscope eyes

Try to see it my way Do I have to keep on talking 'till I can't go on? While you see it your way Run the risk of knowing that our love may soon be gone

You never give me your money You only give me your funny paper And in the middle of negotiations You break down I never give you my number I only give