Out on the Wiley, windy moors We'd roll and fall in green You had a temper like my jealousy Too hot, too greedy How could you leave me When I needed
Out on the wiley, windy moors we'd roll and fall in green You had a temper like my jealousy, too hot, too greedy How could you leave me when I needed
Out on the wiley, windy moors We'd roll and fall in green You had a temper like my jealousy Too hot, too greedy How could you leave me When I needed to
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Like the dust that settles all around me I must find a new home, home The ways and holes that used to give me shelter They're all as one to me now Oh
Dark and gray, an English film, the Wednesday Play We always watch the Queen on Christmas Day Won't you stay? Though your eyes see shipwrecked sailors
I can't see you but I know you're there Got to get beside you 'cos it's really cold out here Come up close to me you'll soon be warm Hold me tightly like
Go far enough and you will reach A place where the sea runs underneath And we'll see our shadow, high in the sky Dying away in the night I've sailed
The sun had been up for a couple of hours Covered the ground with a layer of gold Spirits were high and the raining had stopped The larder was low but
Fifty thousand men were sent to do the will of one His claim was phrased quite simply Though He never voiced it loud I am He, the chosen one In His name
Out on Wiley, windy moors We'd roll and fall in green You had a temper like my jealousy Too hot, too greedy How could you leave me? When I needed to
Out on the Wiley, windy moors We'd roll and fall in green You had a temper like my jealousy Too hot, too greedy How could you leave me? When I needed
------------------------ Out on the wiley, windy moors We'd roll and fall in green You had a temper, like my jealousy Too hot, too greedy How could you
A Sinner's Confession [DAWN:] I was born in a time when the world was still free I know not really when, where or why Born a king child, but on the
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Reality died With the setting sun Chilling winds are breathing In the trees Voices whisper The saga lives on Imagination decides What the eye is to see
