Hey man, you don't know what you're missing You count your curses and forget about the blessings Don't you think you should learn a little lesson What
Then I can give her three For I'm called John Barbour And I've plow the raging sea I've plow the raging sea I've plow the raging sea
seas Hey lucky you, lucky me Hey lucky you, lucky me Who'd ever thought for a moment She'd have to grow up so fast The school beauty queen with a child
Love LaLaLaLa Love When we're together why does something always start Are we both better off when we are apart Someday's you hate me I can see it in
All eyes on her from dawn till dusk Hanging on her every word Kings and queens never saw such a fuss Servants are waiting to serve Sally Ann, Sally Ann
along I believe there's something beautiful to see Move along, I believe there's something beautiful Move along, I believe there's something beautiful I believe there's something beautiful
These days I feel a change, all the patterns rearranged Though I can't explain, I know, I'm not afraid Now I realize, all good things can be supplied
She doesn't see the coming fall She doesn't show no fear at all Bring on autumn moon or the driving rain I only hope I see her face again Everything
Wake up, without a care, your head's not heavy, conscience clear Sins are all forgiven here, yours and mine Fear has gone without a trace It's the perfect
Somedays, I feel sad and lonely Somedays, I feel fine Somedays, the clock just ticks too slowly And I wish away my time But when you come to me I realize
I still hear the snares in the square Colors ablaze in the evening The air was still down the stormy hills It's good to be young and daring She was the
I was just seventeen, when I made the AHL I couldn't skate in junior, but my fists rang like a bell I'll never win a title, and I'll never win the cup
to stop On this so unwelcome journey from the bottom to the top. Move along I believe there's Something Beautiful to see Move along I believe there's Something Beautiful
Перевод: Great Big Sea. Что-то красивые.
I still hear the snares in the square Colours ablaze in the evening The air was still down the stormy hills It's good to be young and daring She was
I was just seventeen, when I made the AHL I couldn't skate in junior, but my fists rang like a bell. I'll never win a title, and I'll never win the cup