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Annie Harris drew the curtains Screwed her eyes up, had a peep Saw the marchers, heard their voices Making early morning noises Stumbled back to bed
We went down to the seaside, One cold frosty morning. Just to go out for a drive, For an hour or two. I walked down to the water, With my love
Frank zappa (guitar, vocals, drum machine) Steve vai (guitar, acoustic guitar) Ray white (guitar, vocals) Roy estrada (vocals) Bob harris (boy
stamping, their warm breath clouding In the sharp and frosty morning of the day And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword
crawled by like years Till now on the stroke of midnight Cold on the stroke of midnight The tip of her finger touched it The trigger at least was hers
The mulberry bush Here we go round the mulberry bush On a cold and frosty morning In a foreign town In a foreign land Reaping time had come Falling
and strained in the darkness and the hours crawled by like years! Till, now, on the stroke of midnight, Cold, on the stroke of midnight, The tip of one finger
the darkness, and the hours crawled by like Years, Till, now, on the stroke of midnight, Cold, on the stroke of midnight, The tip of one finger touched it!
stamping -- their warm breath clouding In the sharp and frosty morning of the day. And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.