Daylight comes to those who live But those who die they never see the sun come Shining through their window pane they pass away.
Believe in my and worship my dream become what I want you to be, where silence rule and emptiness flows in the wind, can you feel my call ones again.
Swept in the wintery landscapes Untouched by the hands of the holy But not for myself... I am a demon, I hold the key But to crush the feeble race
Entering the sacred world of might To where the stormy kingdoms hold Here naked winds blow cold and free All black and dead on frozen ground Pass the
Make up your mind Decide to walk with me Around the lake tonight Around the lake tonight By my side By my side I'm not gonna lie I'll not be a gentleman
Come gather 'round you freeborn men And draw your chairs to mine. And I'll tell you of my country, That you might understand. And of the English armies
Many choose to find their hope in the thoughts of afterlife, when there is none to be found right here before we die. So I understand the feeling of helplessness
A leopard with a harmless kid lay down And not one savage beast was seen to frown The wolf did with the lambkin dwell in peace His grim carnivorous nature
Duet with Porter Wagoner Writer Tom T. Hall Copyright 1967 The first strange town I was ever in the county was hangin' a man And nobody cared if he lived
Daylight comes to those who live But those who die they never see The sun come shining through Their window pane, they pass away Silly girl to be a fool
I awake an ancient dream Among shadows over seas I know nothing but lonely I feel Are You, am I, or is God real Living in a frame of the great drama
I see right to My separate kingdom I lead you to Your certain freedom I'll be there soon Where I have seen them I'm on my way To my separate kingdom
I was down on my luck tired or working for my bucks So I bought a one way ticket on a 40 foot long bus This can't be happening to me I think It just a
Down the way from the Tottenham Court Road Just 'round the corner from old Soho There's a place where the publishers go If you don't know which way to
Aquele gosto amargo do teu corpo Ficou na minha boca por mais tempo: De amargo entao salgado ficou doce, Assim que o teu cheio forte e lento Fez casa
A lovely land is ours A lovely land is ours With beeches green about her Encircled by the sea Her hills and vales are manifold Her name, of old, is Denmark
af Peter Ravn Rasmussen Der er et yndigt land, Det star med brede boge N?r salten osterstrand; Det bugter sig i bakke, dal, Det hedder gamle Danmark,
The prophet said to David "Someday you'll be King So go on down to King Saul's house And let him hear you sing Don't worry what you hear Don't worry what