Bears all its sons away; They fly forgotten, As a dream dies At the opening day... Rub-a-dub-dub, It's time for a scrub! So through clouds of steam To
aliveI plead guilty if sweet innocence is thisI support the motion = "Ignorance Is Bliss" Kill me with your kissIt's "Whoops Apocalypse!"Ignorance must
Build your coffin of balsa wood Spend all that you earn When you go you are gone for good Never to return Always to thine own self be true Not to fools
While they have been eating The rain has started falling, Gradually gathering in strength. What began a drizzle Has now become torrential, And doesn't
Freezing Monday morning She is waiting for her train to come I brush past her, smell her perfume Watch her hair move as she turns to go She doesn't know
I would like to live in Sweden When my work is done Where the snow lies crisp and even 'Neath the midnight sun Safe and clean and green and modern Bright
The rise and fall; the fall and riseThe freezing breath; the frightened = eyes The rise and fall; the fall and riseThe naked truth; the naked eye The
I was born in Londonderry I was born in Derry City too Oh what a special child To see such things and still to smile I know that there was something wrong
If you really love him and there's nothing that I can do Don't try to spare my feelings, just tell me that we're through And make it easy on yourself, '
When you hang by a thread Strange things go through your head What was in that woodshed? Will death be gentle? "Better to live one day like a lion Than
A butterfly flies through the forest rain And turns the wind into a hurricane I know that it will happen 'Cause I believe in the certainty of chance A
Summer, summer, summer slowly turned into fall Me and my baby doll never went to the beach Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere was a place we could run On
It is a far far better thing that I do now than I have ever done before It is a far far better place that I go to than I have ever known before My slap
(Hello, what have we here?) (A young lady!) (To what do I owe this pleasant surprise my pretty one?) (How may I be of service this dark and wintry night
My parents knew these people who For all their faults were very nice; They owned a farm whose "Olde Worlde" charm Earned it the name of "Paradise". We
She said, "There's something in the woodshed And I can hear it breathing, it's such an eerie feeling, darling" He said "There's nothing in the woodshed
You know, quite for no reason I'm here for the season And high as a kite - Living in error With Maud at Cap Ferret (Which couldn't be right)... Everyone
Pale, pubescent beasts, roam through the streets And coffee shops, their prey gather in herds Of stiff knee length skirts and white ankle socks But while