Nothing lasts forever, you should know that by now Good times, heartache You'll get through this trouble though you may not know how Your heart won't
My grandmother's house is still there But it isn't the same A plain wooden cottage A patch of brown lawn And a fence that hangs standing And sighing in
And who will write love songs for you When I am Lord at last And your body is the little highway shrine That all my priests have passed That all my priests
Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'un moment Cha grin d'amour dure toute la vie The joys of love are but a moment long The pain of love endures the whole life
Lily of the valley Lily of the valley Lily of the valley They called her 'Lily of the valley' And she lived beside the river The youngest of her sisters
I saw three ships comes sailing in On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day I saw three ships comes sailing in On Christmas Day in the morning And what was
Oh, woe be to the orders That marched my love away And woe be to the bitter tears I shed upon this day And woe be to the bloody wars Of high Germany
Jacob's heart bent with fear Like a bow with death for its arrow In Vain he search for the final truth To set his soul free of doubt Over the mountains
I would have sworn I could have flown There were some things I hadn't known Stripped to the soul, I'd reached the bone In sanity and grace You gave me
What a beautiful day it is here And how beautiful you look out there Just look great I packed up my bags Put in my favorite Levis Laid my mandolin beside
Once there was a girl with a dream in her heart Wild as the wind was her hope In those far off days she could dream all she would No one but her heart
The lady comes to the gate Dressed in lavender and leather Looking North to the sea She finds the weather fine She hears the steeple bells Ringing through
Ohh, the summer time is coming And the leaves are sweetly turning And the wild mountain thyme Blooms around the purple heather Will you go? Laddie go
The holly and the ivy When they are both full grown Of all the trees that are in the wood The holly bears the crown The rising of the sun And the running
Was the fortune of soldiers to be always at war Sighting down the barrel at whatever comes? Till the fighters forgot what they're doing it for And reason
Sometimes I remember the old days When the world was filled with sorrow You might have thought I was living but I was all alone In my heart the rain was
'Tis the gift to be simple 'Tis the gift to be free 'Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be And when we find ourselves in the place just right
If you will remember this You are a wheel rolling You will always find your bliss You are a wheel rolling You will be a lion walking You are a wheel