Weeping willows rustle
So to distract my troubled mind
I hate this kind of hustle
How come your love is so unkind »
Weeping Willows
Little Things
by Sylver
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free.
Only one guesses,
One who has thought of her
By the rustling of the grove,
When no one was watching any longer
Except the clouds that flew »
Verschwiegene Liebe ("Über Wipfel und Saaten"), song for voice & piano
Classical Barbra
by Barbra Streisand
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the ground
Silent still without much sound
Rustle rustle crackle pound
Pound pound pounding
Distant TV noise it's drowning
Heart beat softly in my head »
Breeze Black Night
The Ditty Bops
by Ditty Bops
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there's no-one there
Who could have been blessed
No singing of a bird
Rustle of a tree
And all is carried off
All is carried off
For a few merciless »
After the Bomb
Burning the Witches
by Warlock
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A mother's dream
So sweet and mild
Or big and mean
Loud and wild
This friend of mine
His voice is still
Like the night
rustling winds
Of angel's »
Friend of Mine
Walk On
by John Hiatt
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Guinevere of the royal court of Arthur
Draped in white velvet, silk and lace.
The rustle of her gown on the marble staircase,
Sparkles on fingers, »
Guinevere
Sunshine Superman [US]
by Donovan
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world
He shines in all that's fair
In the rustling grass, I hear him pass
He speaks to me everywhere
In the rustling grass, I hear him pass
He speaks »
This Is My Father's World
Legacy...Hymns & Faith
by Amy Grant
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a bike
I may be just four fingers old but I know what I like
Someone keeps calling my name
Someone keeps calling my name
Or is it just the rustling »
Someone Keeps Calling My Name
Portrait Gallery
by Harry Chapin
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gave you my love
As the rustling trees
Sprinkled blades on the ground
And as your shadow rise
Passing colours in your mind
I bow down »
Crystal Orchids
Painting on Glass
by The 3rd and the Mortal
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The sunlight turns the shadows that fall across my window sill
And grow longer and longer as the sun vacates the sky
The wind blown rustling leaves »
Everything's Leaving
Country
by Wanda Jackson
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was sensuous
And she had an imagination
But under Victoria they called that dementia and
So they locked her... locked her away
She rustles down »
Annie Segall
Viewers Like You
by Tilt
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York, 42nd Street
Hustlers rustle and pimps pimp the beat
Monty Clift is recognized at dawn
He ain't got no shoes and his clothes are torn
I see »
The Right Profile
London Calling
by The Clash
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feel the breeze that rustles through the trees
And misty memories of days gone by
We could never see tomorrow, no one said a word about the sorrow. »
How Can You Mend a Broken Heart
The Ultimate Bee Gees: The 50th Anniversary Collection [Deluxe Edition 2CD/1DVD]
by Bee Gees
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The letters you wrote I treasure them so
And I hear your voice wherever I go
Echoes of love, echoes of love
Are coming to me out of the past
In the rustle »
Echoes of Love
The Complete Elvis Presley Masters
by Elvis Presley
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I had a dream, woke up shaking
The moon breaking through the tress
And in the stillness of the evening
I heard a rustling in the leaves
And I saw »
The Panther
The Well
by Jennifer Warnes
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I had a dream, woke up shaking
The moon breaking through the tress
And in the stillness of the evening
I heard a rustling in the leaves
And I saw »
The Panther
The Well
by Jennifer Warnes
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Shadows on the window
rustling in the hedge
Faces at the peephole
Footsteps on the ledge
If you come calling
He'll be mauling with intent to maim »
Rottweiler Blues
Mutineer
by Warren Zevon
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on a hill,
She rustled and tustled like buffalo bill,
One day she decided she'd go for a ride,
With a pistol and a sword by her side.
She rolled right up »
Hey! Bo Diddley
Bo Diddley [1957]
by Bo Diddley
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on the floor
I went to blow the fire aflame
But something rustled on the door
And someone called me by by name.
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple »
The Song of Wandering Aengus
HMS Donovan
by Donovan
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on a hill,
She rustled and tussled like Buffalo Bill
One day she decided she'd go for a ride,
With a pistol and a sword by her side
She rolled right »
Hey Bo Diddley
Hey! Bo Diddley/Bo Diddley
by Bo Diddley
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rustling of the leaves used to be my lullaby
In the sunny South when I was a tot so high
And now that I have grown
And myself alone
Cradle me »
Lullaby of the Leaves [#][*]
Jackie Gleason Presents Music To Change Her Mind
by Jackie Gleason
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among the rustling pines
Till it shines
Like an echo down a canyon
Never coming back as clear
Lately I just judge the distance
Not the words I hear
I've »
Till It Shines
Stranger in Town
by Bob Seger & the Silver Bullet Band
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There`s a rustle around the boreens
And a song on every throat
As Spring comes
To Spiddal »
Spring Comes to Spiddal
Room to Roam
by The Waterboys
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rustling in the leaves
Nothin? you wanna spread around
Like Johnny Appleseed
Always
In my waking memory
You're always
In my waking memory
always »
Walking Memory
Virginia Creeper
by Grant Lee Phillips
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music to my ears
The rumble of a train
The rustle of the wind
The rhythm of the footsteps
The blarin' of a horn
The murmur of a voice »
Night Song
2:00 AM Paradise Café
by Barry Manilow
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