Search results for holy shore by the perrys

We've found 123 lyrics, 41 artists, and 100 albums matching holy shore by the perrys:


Albums:

Holy, Holy, Holy (Amy Grant) · Holy, Holy, Holy (Crystal Lewis) · Holy Holy Holy (Bobby Darin) · Shore Thing Ep (B. Original) · Best of Dinah Shore [Curb] (Dinah Shore) · The Shore (The Shore) · Stranger on the Shore [Blitz] (Acker Bilk) · A Proper Introduction to Dinah Shore: For Sentimental Reasons (Dinah Shore) · Upon a Shamrock Shore: Songs of Ireland & the Irish (The Irish Rovers) · Til We See the Shore (Seabird) – and 90 other albums »


Peaked at # 2 in 1940, with competing versions by Dinah Shore at # 17 and by Bobby Byrne
	at # 19
Later charted by Perry Como (duet with Eddie
Lost
On a painted sky
Where the clouds are hung
For the poet's eye
You may find him
If you may find him

There
On a distant shore
By
Christ to the holy mountain
Sinner, sorry and wrecked by the fall
Cleanse your heart and your soul
In the fountain that flows
For you and for me
down the storm
Fighting at his father's side
Poseidon returns to Atland's shores
To avenge his son's demise

Holy gods defy the beast of fear
Now the old
the past came softly calling
And I remember the times we spent
Inside the Sad Cafe

Oh it seemed like a holy place
Protected by amazing grace
And we
My canoe lies on the water
Evening holds the bones of day
The sun like gold dust slips away 

One by one antique stars
Herald the arrival
the past came softly calling 
And I remember the times we spent inside the Sad Cafe 
Oh, it seemed like a holy place, protected by amazing grace 
And we
the past came softly calling
And I remember the times we spent
Inside the Sad Cafe

Oh it seemed like a holy place
Protected by amazing grace
And we
In a holy war from these shores
Where lands are hot and dry
Nations forged by gods own hand
These kingdoms in the sand

A billion dollars
to the holy mountain
Sinner sorry and wrecked by the fall
Cleanse your heart and your soul
In the fountain that flowed
For you and for me and for all
screen. 
I stood inside a glass cathedral, 
I looked into the golden canyon, 
Lay by the lakes of holy water 
Glistening like a diamond in the light.
of holy death
In the year of the holy roman empire, Of night times to come and last
The day of which I shall, Lay my sword upon your throats
Upon
Before the fire
We speak of lore
Of long lost tribes
And their wars
When Picts did thrive
On blood and gore
To stay alive
On this shore
A holy war
a trace
Now were crashing onto your shore
Stare into the face of war
Death to you forevermore
By pain you never felt before

Death on the cross
Life
On a painted Sky
Where the Clouds are hung
For the poet's eye
You may find him
If you may find him
There
On a distant shore
By the wings
the shores of Valinor
Our bows and crimson sails were made
Our captains were strong, our lances long
And our liege the holy king

The hills did turn from
Just steal yourself for holy death
Crouching by the door

Writhe and sway to music's pain
Searing with asides
Caress death with a lover's touch
For it
See the Teacher, sitting on a mountain
See Him walking along the shore
Friends and disciples gathering around Him
Say never spake a man like this
return as we witness the shore

We sail the sea
We fight the storm
One hundred men caught by endless passion
Adventure Norse Men
A hunting eye
One
stone and rain
The holy ground laid barren
In a stranger's name

Oh, sullen night, oh, let them stay

Erin Beo, mo thir go deo
Your heart was
us)

What about apathy
(What about us)
Burnt despite our pleas
(What about us)
What about the holy land
(What about it)
Torn apart by creed
us)

What about apathy
(What about us)
Burnt despite our pleas
(What about us)
What about the holy land
(What about it)
Torn apart by creed
us)

What about apathy
(What about us)
Burnt despite our pleas
(What about us)
What about the holy land
(What about it)
Torn apart by creed
us)

What about apathy
(What about us)
Burnt despite our pleas
(What about us)
What about the holy land
(What about it)
Torn apart by creed
us)

What about apathy
(What about us)
Burnt despite our pleas
(What about us)
What about the holy land
(What about it)
Torn apart by creed