Talks about it all the time It's a sickness he says So sure all the time He hates it And I honestly believe him So sure all the time Maybe the one who
Signs will come from above Red skies drown on shores Our gods, fires draining dawn They'll come from all the province They'll ride and yell for the honour
In the heat of the night In the heat of the day When I close my eyes When I look your way When I meet the fear that lies inside When I hear you say In
Постарела мать за тридцать лет, А вестей от сына нет и нет. Но она всё продолжает ждать, Потому что верит, потому что мать. И на что надеется она… Много
Songs my mother taught me In the days long vanish'd Seldom from her eyelids Were the teardrops banish'd Now I teach my children Each melodious measure
Got my mother's eyes and my father's hair Does anybody really care? It's gettin' cold out here Well, I keep walkin' with my head held high With my head
Alberta nichols / mann holiner You don't have to have a hanker To be a broker or a banker No siree, just simply be My mother's son-in-law. Needn't even
Don't tell your mother about Where you go when the lights are down And don't tell your mother how You're up to no good, nowhere to be found Well, it'
Last night as I lay down to sleep I heard someone began to weep Then I got up just to see I heard my mother praying for me She was kneeling by her bed
My features form with a change in the weather Weekend, we can work it out My features form with a change in the weather Weekend, we can work it out When
My children come sit here and hold to daddy's hands For I must tell you something that I don't understand Lately we've been living in the shadows of surprise
(Sometimes I feel like a motherless child) (Yo yo guzzlin' forties, let's get it on fella, no doubt) The wiley Wu Tang comes back, Iron Man strikes back
Motherless children have a hard time when mother's gone Motherless children have a hard time when mother's gone Father will do the best he can, he don
When you reach that golden city Friends and love you will see When the saints come out to meet you Oh, shake my mother's hand for me Shake my mother'
We all were called to come back To the old home on the farm Mother's passed away, what a mournful day And as my daddy watched His eyes were filled with
I am a pilgrim and a stranger Traveling through this wearisome land I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord And it's not not made by hand I got
I've got a home in glory land that outshines the sun I've got a home in glory land that outshines the sun I've got a home in glory land that outshines
