(R. Betts) Walk along the river, sweet lullaby, it just keeps on flowing, It don't worry 'bout where it's going, no, no. Don't fly, mister blue bird,
God loves a lullaby In a mothers tears in the dead of night Better than a Hallelujah sometimes. God loves the drunkards cry, The soldiers plea not to
God loves a lullaby In a mother's tears in the dead of night Better than a Hallelujah sometimes God loves the drunkard's cry The soldier's plea not to
shattered by the sun. I walk a road, horizons change The tournament's begun. The purple piper plays his tune, The choir softly sing; Three lullabies in
Are shattered by the sun. I walk a road, horizons change The tournament's begun. The purple piper plays his tune, The choir softly sing; Three lullabies
and only love and I Fell down upon the snow And as the dusk was falling From our gray and goose down sky We heard the old cathedral bells Ring out our lullaby
have but an hour to go now the hangman approaches death row Goodbye to the world I love you have done me no good, you know my lullaby is a bell that
'm'en souvenais plus mais hier terminait son contrat Y vient d'appeler de l'aeroport faut que j'y aille Boy on se reverra plus tard » J'ai dit « bye lullaby
Oh hold the rifle up to my chin Your bell rings out, it's deceiving The womb is the safest place I've ever been So carry me home baby, let me back in
AFRAID OF...MY SWEET FRIEND. MAYBE THE LITTLE REFRAIN -WILL-WHISPER INSIDE THE RAIN AGAIN PLAY THE ONE WITH ALL THE CHANGES SOME LULLABIES FOR SLEEPING A LULLABY
them To a better world than mine In the moonlight Not a bird is singing lullabies In the moonlight I hear a church bell ring it's evil song Night after
moons Are shattered by the sun I walk a road horizons change The tournament's begun The purple piper plays his tune The choir softly sing Three lullabies
yet unwritten history - Once more i stride the lightning road Identity a mystery - My burden is Pandora's load. Traversing endless centuries - Disguised behind Death's
clock for what good?s a clock without a chime a useless thing that just keeps time recording moments that come and leave but this clock?s chimes struck
bells out. Ding Dong's the merry-oh, sing it high, sing it low Let them know the Wicked Witch is dead! (Lullaby League) We represent the Lullaby League The Lullaby