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long to be
I long to be
Back in the bosom of
New Jersey
I long to be
I long to be
I long to be
Back in the bosom of
New Jersey,
The swingers and I
Would

world

Kiss while your lips are still red
While he's still silent
Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand while the hand's still

and will not agree
That I and my sailor boy married should be
But when he comes home I will greet him with joy
And I'll take to my bosom my dear sailor boy

a stark naked drummer
A-beating the drum
With his hands on his bosom come marching along

Sat down on a hard, hard cold frozen stone
Ten thousand

The Lady of the Lake - her
Arm clad in the purest shimmering samite
Held aloft Excalibur from the
Bosom of the water, signifying by
Divine providence that I,

the will of Jesus—this is rest.

Peace, perfect peace, with sorrows surging round
On Jesus’ bosom naught but calm is found.

Peace, perfect peace, with loved

soul is swimming
And ruined all my body's house of clay!

When first the Giver of the grape my lonely heart befriended
Wine fired my bosom and my veins

your fancy free.
But I was one-and-twenty,
No use to talk to me.

When I was one-and-twenty
I heard him say again,
The heart out of the bosom
Was never

looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who

world

Kiss
While your lips are still red
While he's still silent
Rest
While bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand
While the hand's still

Far from this throbbing bosom haste,
Ye doubts, ye fears, that lay it waste
Dear anxious days of pleasing pain,
Fly never to return again.

But ah,

show the way
Oh these pictures on the wall
they will get us faraway

Salome dance of seven veils
The veils that hid her bosom's charms
This music

your fancy free.'
But I was one-and-twenty,
No use to talk to me.

When I was one-and-twenty
I heard him say again,
'The heart out of the bosom
Was never

are you not that warm,
And so you run cold and turn into ice
Like morning dew?

And from the spring of bosom
You flow glowing hot,
As if you wish

Thousand human beings
But she's still alone
Thinking bout his tender hands
Folded in death
Face that never looked
Save with love upon her
Now her bosom fell

heart’s in the bosom of lovely Mary. 

As Lily and Mary rove by yon shady bower, 
Where Lily and Mary spent many the hour,
The blackbirds and thrushes sung

what rapture filled his bosom, for he saw the living God.
Oh, what rapture filled his bosom, for he saw the living God.

You will be eliminated with precision
Torn from the bosom of your Mother Earth

Stand up and receive your punishment
You reap what you sow

The time has

Lorena

John Hartford

Good'le Days: Essential Recordings

2009

in your bosom now
For if we try, we may forget
Were words of thine long years ago

Yes, these were words of thine, Lorena
They burn within my

bound for the Promise Land

When shall I see that happy place
And be forever blessed
When shall I see my Father's face
And in His bosom rest

I am bound,

up in thine black arms
Against thy black bosom
And against thy black bosom
Smother him

some nookie or bosom
Go ahead, fuckin' hater, push me
I told you ain't no fucking way to shush me
Call me a faggot, 'cause I hate a pussy
Man

Sleep my baby on my bosom
Warm and cozy will it prove
Round thee mother's arms are folding
In her heart a mother's love

There shall no one come

the homes of our fathers
In the bosom of our mother
Dance a new world into being
Keep dancing

We shall live
We shall live again