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dust, the morning tribe
Crushed by a million suns
Here the heart of you lies

Over land and sea
I'll come fighting for you
Over land and sea
A dawn
hearin´s
Sweet to my ear
This is tomorrow´s callin´
Wishin` you were here
Layin´ in my hotel bedroom
Feelin´ ceilin´ blues
This is tomorrow's callin'
Wishin` you were here
Layin' in my hotel bedroom
Feelin' ceilin' blues
Wall to wall a TV's twitchin'
Clearly not a muse
I am a Viking of some note
Knut's my name and here I float
Out on the sea in a great big boat
And I'm the one who beats the drum in time
Movin' in next door, searchin' from floor to floor
You know what they're lookin' for
Someone's always keepin' score every time you dip the oar

Love
Standing by a riverside 
A river so deep and so wide 
Current's too strong for only one man 
I know because I tried 

I got eight oars - 
four
There is just one apple on the tree
It isn't like I hoped it'd be
Yesterday when there was still you
I looked and I swear that I saw two
Maybe
As I walked by the lake one day by chance my Dorraine passed my way
Then she and I walked hand in hand on the banks of Ponchartrain
I pinned a flower
It's row, row rosy 
For row, row romance 
In a row, row, rowboat with you! 

Words and Music by Irving Gordon
Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet little peaches by
Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet little peaches by
Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet little peaches by
Here's a version of tradition you can put in your drawer
In the desk where next to your chair's the handle to your door
Dismantle the door handle,
on ships with no sails, no motors, no oars.  Now we're cleaning the windows between us two.  Funny, you do it once, and then again, and pretty soon
you knew
All your good friends

They've known you since you were knee-high
As they tell every passer-by
All your friends here, your good old
on your way 
Flyin' by goes a stork 
You decide to bring your oars in now 
But accidentally knock out the cork 

Row your boat to shore 
'Cause it is
those deep lagoons that you know.

And your boat will go, by starlight alone.
"Da da da da da da da da"
You sang to the moon.
In the great black
little peaches by the score
But master Johny was a wis'un, you know,
His steady girl was Flo
And every Sunday afternoon
She'd jump in his boat
hundred days and night have I
Been away from you my hearts most dear
Returning home : great wealth to share

Work those oars : the wind is still
No
bay
And my crew are the bravest ever handled an oar
And not by the tempest, they laugh at its roar

No ballroom can tempt me nor raise my despair
For
Rising higher, rising higher to beyond

Morning comes in glorious light
Sea reflecting calm and bright
And the song still rises from the island

Here you
to a place
A land that's not so far away 

The boat above our heads for the walk to the shore
As feelings of dread soak the length of the oar
Connecticut
parched
and you don't know where to go
and a man stepped forward and said "would you go?"
would you go? 

or it was a foreign land
and the oars were
If you don't trust me I'll fall

I've wind in my sails
But the seas make me pale
And the floorboards are creaking below
Find me the oars
To row
Great peril awaits us beyond the Black River
Summoned by the beating of drums
Our number is few and our errand is dire
We do what must be done