Hear ye, hear ye Friends and Romans, countrymen Hear ye, hear ye Punks and folks and journeymen Hear ye, hear ye My sisters and my brethren Our time
Peggy came to me in my sleep In the middle of the night, on a Friday night, last week She whispered, "Hush child and don't be scared I got me a few words
But my craft has been forgotten by the age So tonight will be my last night on the stage This is my family's trade, my father built this place At the turning
Many years back when the old oaks were young Not long after the Northmen had come A low and evil deed was done In the dark of the New Forest From the
Not everyone grows up to be an astronaut Not everyone was born to be a king Not everyone can be Freddie Mercury Everyone can raise a glass and sing Well
close my eyes and I never say I'm still having dreams And on the worst days When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tons I sleep with my passport
known beauty in the stillness of cathedrals in the day, I sang Glory Hallelujah! Won't you wash my sins away? But now I'm singing my refrain and this
narrow It wanders 'round like a drunken fellow Some days it's hard for me to follow But if you've got my back I'll go on. If you've got my back I'll go
forever ?til nothing's left Sleep with the fishes, draw no breath Take no rest Oh my friend, look to the shore you'd see us here, we're waiting Oh my
Tyler, Woody, Guthrie, Dostoevsky and Davy Jones Are all dissolved into the ether and have crept into my bones And all the cells in all the lines upon the backs of both my
Peggy came to me in my sleep In the middle of the night, On a friday night last week she whispered "hush child now don't be scared" I got me a few words
I was walking home to my house through the snow from the station When the Springsteen came clear in my headphones with a pertinent question Oh is love
everywhere that you go Eva Mae, I have made many mistakes In my time Built my share of bridges and broken hearts I've told lies I have not always followed my
is beauty, she is graceful In a poison she is gentle in her care She is the calm in the centre of my storm She has her fingers through my hair She has my
Let me tell you all a little story of the things I've found, Hanging out and drinking with my friends in the cathedral grounds, And later dodging drunks
to the seas To remind me of what I already know I traced the shorelines through a thousand histories To remind me an island is my home An island is my
Hear ye, hear ye, friends and Romans, countrymen. Hear ye, hear ye, punks and skins and journeymen Hear ye, hear ye, my sisters and my brethren. The