Nobody sees her here, her eyes are slowly closing If she should want some peace, she sits there Without moving and puts a pillow over the phone And if
[introduction:] Please, let's have a big welcome for jethro tull. Whoop! Hello. hang on, press on. be back with you in a minute. I'd better not open this
Once in royal david's city stood a lonely cattle shed, Where a mother held her baby. You'd do well to remember the things he later said. When you're stuffing
She's really turned on by the television and vice versa Here's a song called, and it still can be described Yes, right, rearranged though nevertheless
and whores With your eyes on each other And the locks upon your doors Well, you drowned me in the fountain of life And I hated you For living while
Oh, Father high in heaven Smile down upon your son, hey, hey Who's busy with his money games, oh His women and his gun Lord Jesus save me And the unsung
Will they ever stop drivin' me? Have they ever taken time to see That I need some rest if I'm to do my best? Can I please stop workin' so hard? They
to know That is not what you need on the inside To make the time go Counting lambs, counting sheep We will fall into sleep And we awake to a new day of living
There was a time when you were so young and walked in their way They made you feel they loved you all seeing they say You're going wrong if their game
When you're falling awake And you take stock of the new day And you hear your voice croak As you choke on what you need to say Well, don't you fret, don
'll keep living in the past Oh, we won't give in, let's go living in the past Oh no, no, we won't give in, let's go living in the past
Going back in the morning time To see if my love has come around, yeah Going back in the morning time To see if my love has come around, yeah I know
Tip-toes in silence 'round my bed And quiets the raindrops overhead With her everlasting smile She still my fever for a while Oh, nursie dear I'm glad
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing Ooh, my, my, my Ooh, my, my, my
warning cry You're going back to be all the things you want to be While in sweet dreams you softly sigh You hear my voice is calling to be mine again Live
There's the stillness of death on a deathly unliving sea, And the motor car magical world long since ceased to be, When the eve-bitten apple returned
Lend me your ear while I call you a fool You were kissed by a witch, one night in the wood And later insisted your feelings were true The witch's promise
I'm going up the 'pool from down the smoke below To taste my mum's jam sarnies and see our aunty Flo The candy floss salesman watches ladies in the sand
