Lyrics:
the children for a lark.
Cry baby cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough to know better.
So cry baby cry cry cry cry baby
Make your mother sigh.
still,
A lark'll wake up in the medder.
Hush, you bird, my baby's a-sleepin'!
Maybe got a dream worth a-keepin'
Whoa! you team, and jist keep
on the street where you live.
Are there lilac trees in the heart of town?
Can you hear a lark in any other part of town?
Does enchantment pour out of every
In my parent's eyes, I'm a child of sin.
Black sheep of the family, blessed be insanity.
Down with the lambs, up with the lark.
Run to bed my
a lark who is learning to pray.
I go to the hills
When my heart is lonely.
I know I will hear
What I heard before.
My heart will be blessed
With
hill.
So, I bundled me heart and I roamed the world free.
To the east with the lark
Tow the west with the sea.
And I searched all the world and I
hill.
So, I bundled me heart and I roamed the world free.
To the east with the lark
Tow the west with the sea.
And I searched all the world and I
hill.
So, I bundled me heart and I roamed the world free.
To the east with the lark
Tow the west with the sea.
And I searched all the world and I
hill.
So, I bundled me heart and I roamed the world free.
To the east with the lark
Tow the west with the sea.
And I searched all the world and I
I'm having some trouble thinking straight
To put it in words
I hate to put it in words
To long for the lark, a fickle wish, a fleeting wing
But
to face
Kissing in the dark
Fresh and young, having fun
And happy as a lark
The mirror shows me
Since then, the years have flown away
Although it seems
Where all the lovers go
I'd lark about them settlements
A-wearing foreign clothes
at night
And there's no one there to answer my prayers
My communion of the wicked
Will this night be my last
The ground is stained, a fallen lark
song of a lark
Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Though your dreams be tossed and blown
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
galopp
I hagen där lärk sången klingar
Gökarna gala ärla och svala
Jaga sin frukost i flygande fläng
Frukt träden blomma fåren de fromma
Beta bland bergen
in the alley
Bully down in Shinbone Al
We're open, tope a low light lark, oh
Wey hey bully in the alley
Dawn and rain, can the cock did call, oh
Bully
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