Lyrics:
tender
The shade of the willow
When love was born
The face on the pillow
In early morn
I still see that golden world
In all it's splendor
Maybe September
the morn
Wake up with two chicks, wash our ass and goin' straight to the mall
Now gimme that number
Chorus
Those pieces will never fit
What is the sense of it?
Little boy blue, don't let your little sheep roam
It's time ,come blow your horn, meet the morn
tender
The shade of the willow
When love was born
A face a the pillow
In early morn
I still see that golden world
In all it's splendor
Maybe September
in his own sight
All young children to slay
That woe is me, poor Child for Thee
And ever morn and day
For thy parting neither say nor sing
By,
something else been lost
I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed
Just to think that it all began on an uneventful morn'
"Come in," she said, "I'll
felt this good since Jubilee morn'
Talk about luck, well, I got mine
Asthma comin' down like the 309
Write me a letter, sing me a song
Tell me all
Those pieces will never fit
What is the sense of it?
Little boy blue, don't let your little sheep roam
It's time ,come blow your horn, meet the morn
appeared and the soul felt its worth
A thrill of hope the weary soul rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn
Fall on your knees
O hear
the promise is not vain
Then morn shall tearless be
you wake up each morn,
Aren't you glad that you were born?
Think what you've got the whole day through,
Aren't you glad you're you?
LaGuardia six in the morn
They be waitin' in the Bentley when the plane takes on
Straight to the studio dirty, no shower
Threw out 5 mics in the first half
have my own space
I walked on the beach in the early morn
I ran on the sand till I could breathe no more
I stood on a rock looking out at the sea
appeared and the Spirit felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees! Oh, hear
was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy,
in the morn to Little Big Horn.
Hey, Gen'ral Custer. I think I see an Indian over there. Yeah! Ask her if she's got a friend for me!
Some fool made
There's lonely hearts in Arkansas
There's truckers in Des Moines
All there to keep me company in the early morn
A world unknown to daytime
Is
when they crucified the Lord
A fellow said, I want you to tell me if you were there?
Tell me, did they really pierce Him in the side that morn
O
hoping there's something more
Dreaming about tomorrow and what life got in store
Living, no drama, we can chill, relax
Sex all night in the morn' count
Upon a February morn
A tiny baby boy was born
Abraham, Abraham
When he grew up this tiny babe
Folks all called him Honest Abe
Abraham, Abraham
Those pieces will never fit
What is the sense of it?
Little boy blue, don't let your little sheep roam
It's time ,come blow your horn, meet the morn
Promise that by and by
There's gonna be a great day
Gabriel will warn you
Some early morn you
Will hear his horn rootin', tootin'
It's not far away
Promise that by and by
There's gonna be a great day
Gabriel will warn you
Some early morn you
Will hear his horn rootin', tootin'
It's not far away
It was down the glen one Easter morn, to a city fair rode I
There Ireland's lines of marching men, in squadron passed me by
No pipes did hum or no
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