Lyrics:
The harp that once : to oombayga and family
The harp that once through tara's halls
The soul of music shed
Now hangs as mute on tara's walls
As if
friendships die?
Ever felt like Noah on an overcast day?
David, take down your harp and play
You hatched your little plan when the first fell through?
through his mind
Stunned by the tunes of the nature-born harp
He knows what they ignore
The Dweller of Rhymes
All is grist that comes to his mill
And all
The minstrel boy to the war has gone
In the ranks of death you will find him
His father's sword he is girded on
And his wild harp slung behind him
got it for my mother
So it's her fault then
Yes, and what about the harp
In the third place?
The harp, yes
She went and dared me to
I dared you
My harp is tuned to the mourning wind
My flute to the voice that weeps within
And I taught the widows' hearts to sing
You're such a nasty little
My harp is tuned to the mourning wind
My flute to the voice that weeps within
And I taught the widows' hearts to sing
You're such a nasty little
up the harps, dishing out the wings
If they can dance on, on the head of a pin
Don't that tell you something about their skin
Hard faced little
up the harps, dishing out the wings
If they can dance on, on the head of a pin
Don't that tell you something about their skin
Hard faced little
up the harps, dishing out the wings
If they can dance on, on the head of a pin
Don't that tell you something about their skin
Hard faced little
the harp, beats a rock with a stick,
Björk
One plays the harp, beats a rock with a stick,
Becomes a priest at least, a delicious demon.
Hee how!, hee
get this straight from the start
Don't call me Harp
Don't call me Harp
You said:
(HARP INTRO)
well look see the moon comes risin' - tomorrow is yesterday
he left his home and now he's gone - a hopin' to find a way
a story
Hard to believe when the heart is so broken
Storms in the valley hide words never spoken
I hear the sounds two horizons sing
The harp that once
I'm a bluesman, I'm a bluesman
Ah, that's all I know
I sing the blues ya'll, everywhere I go
I've got me a guitar and a harp
I'm gonna party every
their harps of gold
Peace on the earth, goodwill to men
From Heaven's all gracious King
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing
(Angels
(GUITAR & HARP INTRO)
There's a runaway
On a cold big city street
Trying her best to stay warm
On a subway grate
She kneels down for the heat
on the corner of live and learn
(HARP SOLO)
I got a little bit of money, but it won't go far
I already miss you wherever you are
Staring up at the light,
a harp and a shamrock
With these words underneath:
'Ireland unfree shall never be at peace'
And his thoughts wander back to
The days of his prime
Oh, it
For this lullaby
This lullaby
Promise me you will not pause
This lullaby
Even though I'm wrapped
Even though I'm wrapped
The sound of the harp
Loof Hom met die tromme
Loof Hom met die harp
Loof Hom met die klinkende simbale
Alles wat asem het
Loof, loof die Heer
Alles wat asem het
Loof, loof
Praise Him On The Trumpet
The Psaltery And Harp
Praise Him On The Timbrel And The Dance
Praise Him With Stringed Instruments, Too
Praise Him
Sat alone At the edge of the unknown
eyes laid bare within the waterfall
He can sense his downfall.
Serenaded by a vicious harp
Intrigued by
waitress just brought out your entree
I can feel your incense puffing into my heart
Tugging on my veins like strings tuned to my harp
If I could have seen
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