Lyrics:
In a churchyard by a river
Lazing in the haze of midday
Laughing in the grasses and the graze
Yellow bird, you are not long
In singing and in
held high and a smile on his face
He said
Ladies and gentlemen, the prince is late
As he stood outside the church-yard gate
And polished up on his
again and again and again
My angel's left me, sorrows are my own
Now I'm here, with the Devil on my own
Just like a churchyard shadow, craving after
want is summer
Stories from before
Just like the time you tried to hide
Behind the churchyard wall
And fell asleep before I came
And found you in
of rock
The magic of the druids
Tombs of kings
In golden ireland
Holy clochan*
Churchyards and castles
Sound of the celtic (or secret? ) language**
In
corner newsstand
Or the house a mile tall
The wedding and the churchyard
The laughter and the tears
The dream that's been a growing
For a hundred
corner newsstand
Or the house a mile tall
The wedding and the churchyard
The laughter and the tears
The dream that's been a growing
For a hundred
corner newsstand
Or the house a mile tall
The wedding and the churchyard
The laughter and the tears
The dream that's been a growing
For a hundred
never be his bride.
When I'm dead and in my coffin
And my shroud's around me bound
And my narrow grave is ready
In some lonely churchyard ground.
Take
singin'
A new song now. Hope you like it because it's my answer to
The Blue Velvet Band. It goes like this.
By and old willow tree in the churchyard
tomorrow
Oh they buried her in the old churchyard
Buried sweet William down beside her
On William's grave grew a red red rose
On Barbara's grew a great
And I will die tomorrow.
Barbara Allen was buried in the old churchyard
Sweet William was buried beside her,
Out of sweet William's heart, there grew
Spreading their fragrance through the air
Walking through the little churchyard
Soon we'll all be resting there
newsstand and the house a mile tall;
The wedding and the churchyard, the laughter and the tears,
The dream that's been a growin' for a hundred fifty years
died on yesterday
And I will die tomorrow.
Barbara Allen was buried in the old churchyard
Sweet William was buried beside her,
Out of sweet
died on yesterday
And I will die tomorrow.
Barbara Allen was buried in the old churchyard
Sweet William was buried beside her,
Out of sweet
and the small
The lit-tle cor-ner news-stand and the house a mile__tall;
The wed-ding and the church-yard, the laugh-ter and the tears,
The dream that's been
Dreams come true as he holds her
'Til the X's come up in her eyes
Like roses grow in a churchyard
Her skin white as the milk
Just like a Sherpa Tensing
the big things and the small
The little corner newsstand and the house a mile tall
The wedding in the churchyard, the laughter and the tears
The dream
today
I'll die for him tomorrow
They buried her in the old churchyard
They buried him in the choir
And from his grave grew a red red rose
From her
the stakes are higher
Never play with fire, leave it alone
I wandered through a country churchyard
And wandered what kind of life they led
Walked into
newsstand
Or the house a mile tall
The wedding and the churchyard
The laughter and the tears
And the dream that's been a growing
For more than two
And I will die tomorrow.
Barbara Allen was buried in the old churchyard
Sweet William was buried beside her,
Out of sweet William's heart, there grew
and churchyard just as far as I could see
I heard the pityful cry for mercy and then I realized it was me
I saw the Saviour did appear as he split the eastern sky
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