want to see your face, is at your funeral. And when they close the casket I'll make sure they lock it just in case. I'd love to sing my heart out,
i want to see your face, is at your funeral. And when they close the casket I'll make sure they lock it just in case. I'd love to sing my heart out,
the might The tyrant's the precursor You carry the will As the morning is near I sing the ballads Of victory and defeat I hear the tales Of frozen
I'll put flowers at your feet And I will sing to you so sweet And hope my words will carry home to your heart You left us marching on the road And said
the phantom of ache Of our lost days Oh, my love is here to stay I came home this morning I was dead on my feet Drunk on the victory Of my own defeat
all immigration. Who'd pull the pint at the local pub? Where'd I get my fags? Who'd empty out my dustbins? Would I still get plastic bags? If there were
wields the might The tyrant's the precursor You carry the will As the morning is near I sing the ballads Of victory and defeat I hear the tales Of
Your hand wields the might The tyrant's the precursor You carry the will As the morning is near I sing the ballads Of victory and defeat I hear the
hand wields the might The tyrant's the precursor You carry the will As the morning is near I sing the ballads Of victory and defeat I hear the tales
(J. Baez) I'll put flowers at your feet and I will sing to you so sweet And hope my words will carry home to your heart You left us marching on the road
? We'd have all immigration. Who'd pull the pint at the local pub? Where'd I get my fags? Who'd empty out my dustbins? Would I still get plastic bags?
