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It Ain't Yours To Throw Away (Nashville Cast) · Throw It Away (Juke Kartel) · Fuck Religion Fuck Politics Fuck the Lot of You/Don't Throw It All Away (Chaotic Dischord) · Just a Stone's Throw Away (Valerie Carter) · Throw It All Away [UK] (Zero 7) · Don't Throw Your Love Away (The Searchers) · Throw Away the Key (Don Rich) · Throw Him Away (Sugar Bear) · It Ain't Yours To Throw Away (Clare Bowen) · Cathedrals, Vol. 1: Karaoke Style (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


down in the bramble where I rambled in the spring
The bramble was wild I was torn by the briars
My love he wooed me as I lie there
With a flower in my
down in the bramble where I rambled in the spring
The bramble was wild I was torn by the briars
My love he wooed me as I lie there
With a flower in my
down in the bramble where I rambled in the spring
The bramble was wild I was torn by the briars
My love he wooed me as I lie there
With a flower in my
down in the bramble where I rambled in the spring
The bramble was wild I was torn by the briars
My love he wooed me as I lie there
With a flower in my
down in the bramble where I rambled in the spring
The bramble was wild I was torn by the briars
My love he wooed me as I lie there
With a flower in my
It's beautiful outside, an old hand gathers wood, 
Can he see me sitting here? his mind is somewhere else. 

His friend have flown away, he's left
the Wooley Swamp way back in the gurgling woods
And he never did do a lot of harm in the world
But he never did do no good
People didn't think too much
in the Wooly Swamp way back in the gurgling woods

And he never did do a lot of harm in the world
But he never did do no good
People didn't think
You went looking for nur, dear,
Down by the sea
You found some little silver fish
But you didn't find me
I was hiding, dear, hiding all way
I
Dear Mrs. Roosevelt, don't hang your head and cry;
His mortal clay is laid away, but his good work fills the sky;
This world was lucky to see him
house up above

The Lord didn't give you that baby, by no hundred thousand miles
He just think you need some sunshine and he lent it for a while
And he
Softly mould me into clay
And lock me in with no telephone
And laugh and throw the keys away
On my beleeka doodle day

So to Avril and I would like
in the gurgling woods
And he never did do a lot of harm in the world
But he never did do no good
People didn't think too much of him
They all thought
to take away.
To the Lord be praise and glory, now and ever let us pray.
My Lord calls me, He calls me by the thunder. The trumpet sounds
Within my soul.
Gone fishin' Instead of just a wishin'
 
Gone fishin'. . .see him snoozin' by a brook
Gone fishin'. . .didn't even bait his hook
There's his hound
Gone fishin' Instead of just a wishin'
 
Gone fishin'. . .see him snoozin' by a brook
Gone fishin'. . .didn't even bait his hook
There's his hound
Gone fishin' Instead of just a wishin'
 
Gone fishin'. . .see him snoozin' by a brook
Gone fishin'. . .didn't even bait his hook
There's his hound
cathedral spiers are dwarfed 
By a tall metal tower in the sky 
Where the traveller's are settling, and the settled gone travelling 
The pubs full of gossip
Gone fishin' Instead of just a wishin'
 
Gone fishin'. . .see him snoozin' by a brook
Gone fishin'. . .didn't even bait his hook
There's his hound
of clay 
For the little boy who lived there has done gone and run away 
He was doin` very finely and he appreciates your love 
But his shore `nuff Father
Gone fishin' Instead of just a wishin'
 
Gone fishin'. . .see him snoozin' by a brook
Gone fishin'. . .didn't even bait his hook
There's his hound
Gone fishin' Instead of just a wishin'
 
Gone fishin'. . .see him snoozin' by a brook
Gone fishin'. . .didn't even bait his hook
There's his hound
Gone fishin' Instead of just a wishin'
 
Gone fishin'. . .see him snoozin' by a brook
Gone fishin'. . .didn't even bait his hook
There's his hound
Gone fishin' Instead of just a wishin'
 
Gone fishin'. . .see him snoozin' by a brook
Gone fishin'. . .didn't even bait his hook
There's his hound
butterflies,

Only butterflies, fly by every day
While you're waiting on a man, waiting on a man to show

There he stands behind the door,
She reaches for