Lyrics:
I’ll follow you, I’ll lead you about a round
Through bog, through bush, through brake, through brier,
Sometimes a horse I’ll be, sometimes a hound,
a round,
Through bog, through bush, through brake, through brier:
Sometime a horse I’ll be, sometime a hound,
A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire;
Have you felt the wool of beaver,
Or swan's down ever?
Or have smelt o' the bud o' the brier,
Or the nard in the fire?
Or have tasted the bag
a meadow filled with grain there
I'll give you a home on the range
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran
been burned by the fire
Yes, and I've had to live with some hard promises
I've crawled through the briers
I'm an insider
It's a circle
Horses
Horses
Horses
Horses
Horses
Horses
Horses
Horses
Horses
Horses
Horses
Horses
Horses
Horses
Horses
Horses
Horses
of Barbara Allen's grew a brier.
They grew and grew to the old church tower
And they could not grow any higher;
And at the end tied a true lover's knot
grew a rose on Williams grave were briers
They twine and twine in a true love's knot and the rose grew round the brier
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a one horse open sleigh
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all
We ride tonight
We ride tonight
Ghost horses
Ghost horses
We ride tonight
We ride tonight
Ghost horses
Ghost horses
Ghost horses
We ride tonight
We ride tonight
Ghost horses
Ghost horses
We ride tonight
We ride tonight
Ghost horses
Ghost horses
Ghost horses
Slide through my hands
Wild horses
Couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses
Couldn't drag me away
I watched you suffer
A dull aching pain
Now
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all
of Barbara Allen's grew a brier.
They grew and grew to the old church tower
And they could not grow any higher;
And at the end tied a true lover's knot
Slide through my hands
Wild horses
Couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses
Couldn't drag me away
I watched you suffer
A dull aching pain
Now
of Barbara Allen's grew a brier.
They grew and grew to the old church tower
And they could not grow any higher;
And at the end tied a true lover's knot
Slide through my hands
Wild horses
Couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses
Couldn't drag me away
I watched you suffer
A dull aching pain
Now
the way!
Oh what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way!
Oh what fun it is to ride in a one-horse
Barbara's a green brier
They grew and grew to the old church wall
And could not grow no higher
And there they died in a true love-knot
The rosebush
All the tired horses in the sun
How'm I supposed to get any ridin' done? Hmm
All the tired horses in the sun
How'm I supposed to get any ridin'
as the chromium gleams,
On iron horse he flies, on iron horse he gladly dies
Iron horse his wife, iron horse his life
He lives his life, he's living it fast
down
To the brier patch, baby
There might be someone was with you
Oh, no, I can't believe it, Sally
Oh, I, must accuse you, Sally
There's brambles in
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