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Daughters of Water, Sons of the Sea (Jesse Boggs) · First Families of Country: Sons & Daughters (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Your Daughters and Your Sons (The Duhks) · Do You Hear What I Hear?: Songs Of Christmas (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Do You Hear What I Hear (Do-Re-Mi Children's Chorus) · Christmas! Do You Hear What I Hear? (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Do You Hear What I Hear? [Unison] (Scott Williamson) · Do You Hear What I Hear? [Sony #2] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Do You Hear What I Hear (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Holiday Legends: Do You Hear What I Hear? (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


arms sons and daughters
We will arise from the bunkers
By land, by sea, by dirigible
We'll leave our tracks untraceable now

When we arrive sons
yourself

All your whiskered friends their wings and life
Who knows what 'o' ever reason why
Daughter can you have sons for yourself
Daughter can you
yourself

All your whiskered friends their wings and life
Who knows what 'o' ever reason why
Daughter can you have sons for yourself
Daughter can you
Spancill Hill

I went to see my neighbours
To hear what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone
The young one's turning grey
I met
decide it couldn't be done

Baby, I'll never let you go
All I see is all I know
Let's take another way down (sons of sound and sons of sound)
Baby,
salvation
It fills Your daughters and Your sons
Your daughters and Your sons

Can you hear the sound of melodies
Oh, the sound of melodies
Rising up
decide it couldn't be done

Baby, I'll never let you go
All I see is all I know
Let's find another way down (sons of sound and sons of sound)
Baby,
before you die (yeah yeah)

A word in your ear from father to son
Funny you don't hear a single word I say
But my letter to you will stay by your side
decide it couldn't be done

Baby, I'll never let you go
All I see is all I know
Let's find another way down (sons of sound and sons of sound)
Baby,
are for whatever may come
Ruled by none 

Outlaws ’n’ sons, daughters alike
All the restless souls, rebel minds
Misfit kids and wretched ones
Take up your arm
Sons and daughters
We will arise from the bunkers
By land, by sea, by dirigible
We'll leave our tracks untraceable now

When
Was shot down at home by the Ford brothers' guns

Belle Starr, Belle Starr, your time's getting late
But how is Jim Younger, did you hear his fate?
He
Jim Reed by the dark of the moon
And your son Ed was blowed down in a drunken saloon

Then there was Bob Younger, you loved him so well
He rode with
received the all important answer.
Oh goddess who bore us what we must have done to have buried
Your daughters and prayed for a son.

The wind and the rain
up I think I'll tell you what I saw
The day your daughter Ellie and the judge's son went swimmin' in the raw
Is that supposed to be a party what you
never make a sound
You'd think by now they'd realize
She'll never break her bayou ties

She's the daughter of the devil, the sister of a snake
never make a sound
You'd think by now they'd realize
She'll never break her bayou ties

She's the daughter of the devil, the sister of a snake
As the sun descends too quickly
Behind the distant city
She will ride under the water
She will leave her son and daughter
Reduced to lying naked
this hour
We're all together, together
Waiting here as one

Whoa, hear the sound from heaven
Whoa, a mighty rushing wind

Whoa, we're calling for
up I think I'll tell you what I saw
The day your daughter Ellie and the judge's son went swimmin' in the raw
Is that supposed to be a party what you
Father, Abba Father
We humbly come before You
Hear us and draw near us
As children at rest in Your arms
We find peace and safety secure from all
blessed thing too much
It's a low-down life, but it ain't gonna pass me by
I don't care if the world don't ever hear
The sound of my name
And old mother
with intentions
In all three dimensions
To jokers and to the joke
Doubters and their daughters and sons
(maybe you've found the one)

Maybe she's
By the Adriatic waters
Venetian sons and daughters
Are strumming a new tune upon their guitars

It was written by a Latin
A gondolier who sat in
brave

Damo sing another song
For all the sons of toil and tug
For the daughters of the weary road
Damo sing a song of love

So gather round