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To her boy one summer day
"If your mind's made up that way, I wish you well
The old home will be lonesome
We'll miss you when you go
The birds won't sing

have any memory at all

Once this village had the sounds of People working
And children in the school
Once this village had a sound
Now no one remembers

Factory Girl

Eric Burdon

My Secret Life

2004

have all passed
From the days of our youth
Our home is now teeming
With children at play
Life goes on in the village
You can still hear the whistle

myself to run away
I'm still ashamed that I ain't done it yet
I'm still feel bad from when they come my way
Good livin' in the summer day

'Cause I'm a war

The old man he came, along with the rains
Through summer and winter they fell
And with did he bring serpents and things
Uttered a verse and a spell

It ain't good but
It can get religious
To hate the man
Who ain't from your village

Loves his god and
Fears for his children
You wear his skin

forth and water's murmurs cleave
Preparing for another summer's weave
First came the badgers snorting long-nosed
In joy they romped in damp grass they

sensitive skin from the sun
It's so beautiful in summer on the island

It is summer on the island and the sun is shining hot
All the children

green
In the Land of Thousand Lakes
Where tranquility is seen
Summer sun on sandy shores invites all who seek retreat
Wanderers tread ancient paths, where

at home (home home)
The deeper I dig for gold

My new nature by the summer
Seven years away from home
I have children I am care taker
Will let them fly when

It was a very hot summer.
The court of King Krishnadevaraya had gathered.
My Lord,
I would like to visit my village for a few days and stay there.

No fear of time
His children will be like him
If he's given the white world hell, what will his children do?
This wasn't no play-thing
The motive

Hello again
Remember starry summer nights alone making love together
In a village bar our toast to love that would last forever
Hello again
Remember

Hello, everyone, and welcome to Sleepy Hollow on this eerie summer evening
Some say our village is haunted
Having been bewitched many years ago by

And left the village on the quietest night of 
summer, 
The summer of my thirtieth year,
And went with her up through the thorn 
forest.
Tell them I heard

I Have a Dream

Martin Luther King, Jr.

Voices: The Journey From the Auction Block To the 1600 Block of Pennsylvania Avenue

to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer

international
Anything but practical but always get it done
I'm smoking on a backwood and chilling in the sun
Whats the point of living if you not having fun

Last summer in the village
We awoke to find the fair
Had arrived upon the green
And set their stall up there
You could hear the women talking
You

The daily round of village life
No patience has for grieving.
The days grow short, the nights are long,
The summer birds are leaving.

Last night in dreams

Horses play, birds start singing
Ranch house doors open wide
Gentle breeze, village signs swinging
Summer morn in the countryside
Midday sun,

the village of valor they will sing
So mount up my men, we ride, we ride to save the king

The seasons they did pass and still the valley's held in the grip

Eyes fixed on the road,
It’s a quarter to three,
City lights behind me where I want them to be,
The village is silent,
There’s no-one around,
I let

I was ten years old in the year, nineteen sixty-one
I spend the time with grandma, during some summer nights
We don´t have a radio, and we don´t have

children

EMC
The power to change the world lies in public opinion
If they wanna win it, we CPR, to resuscitate they image
That Protest was taste test for