Lyrics:
cousins, and his aunts!
Sir Joseph.
When at anchor here I ride,
My bosom swells with pride,
And I snap my fingers at a foeman's taunts.
Cousin Hebe.
And so
His bosom should heave, and his heart should glow,
And his fist be ever ready for a knock-down blow.
All.
His foot should stamp, and his throat should
young / 'cause all
my life I've been knocking on forty /
Oh yeah / oh yeah / oh yeah / oh yeah / [jarvis:] so
if I / put my hand / on your bosom...
/
'Cause all my life I've been knocking on forty
Oh yeah / Oh yeah / Oh yeah / Oh yeah
[Jarvis:] So if I / put my hand / on your bosom...
[Candida:] Yeah?
The poor soul sat sighing
By a sycamore tree
Sing willow, willow, willow
Her hand on her bosom
Her head on her knee
Sing willow, willow, willow,
like me
Who caresses
Cradles
His head in a bosom
He slides inside
Half awake half asleep
We faint back
Into sleephood
When i wake up
a stark naked drummer a-beating the drum
With his hands on his bosom, come marching along.
Sat down on a hard, hot cold frozen stone,
Ten thousand
The poor soul sat sighing
By a sycamore tree
Sing willow, willow, willow
Her hand on her bosom
Her head on her knee
Sing willow, willow, willow,
The original swarm whether cold whether warm
I, the doodlebug knowledge every form
It's a beautiful day by the park take a seat
As bosoms float by keepin'
Of everyone's life
She was the catch at
Everyone's parties
She was the one with a tongue
Like a knife
Her bosoms curved perfectly
Lit by the fire
Why do you stand by the window
Abandoned to beauty and pride
The thorn of the night in your bosom
The spear of the age in your side
Lost in
love our bosoms fill
Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus
Thou hast loved us, love us still
Blessed Jesus, oh blessed Jesus
Thou hast loved us, love us still
Blind dumb deafen offends
I was never a part of it
Blind dumb deafen offends
I was never a part of it
At the bosom
Or the breast
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
Deep in the bosom of the gentle night
Is when I search for the light
Pick up my pen and start to write
I struggle, I fight dark forces in
How I waste my days wishing you would come around
Just to have you around
And what a dear
What a sweet little baby
This cannonball in the bosom of your
not the long lashes
Or lips on your face
And it's not your bosoms
That time can't erase
And it's not those long slender
Legs on your feet
Your
for a seaside baby
A chamomile smile that pouts on cue, ha
For every moment I breathe her sigh
Her bosom contains my sweet alibi, yeah
In
in your bosom I'll cling
And I'll know I've found love and the last song we'll sing
Cry for me, sigh for me, sad breezes flow
Stay for me, play
blossoms in a meadow silky green
Where she held me to her bosom just a boy of seventeen
I recall a gypsy woman silver spangles in her eyes
Ivory skin
bosom that transfigures you and me
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free!
While God is marching on
bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory!
the rich are born to die
One man suffering forever damned
the other in the bosom of Abraham
looking on beyond the great divide
Darkness drapes both sun
â thi gam
Huna'n dawel annwyl blentyn
Huna'n fwyn ar fron dy fam
Sleep my baby on my bosom
Warm and cosy will it prove
Round thee mother's arms are
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