Lyrics:
don't hear it does it mean
You don't love me any more?
I hear the clock a'ticking
On the mantel shelf
See the hands a'moving, but I'm by myself
I wonder
you're invited now.
By the way, by the way
When we walk up to the preacher I'll say
Yes sir, that's my baby
No sir, I don't mean maybe
Yes sir,
comes
Seek the sweet salvation for what we've done
Give up resisting one by one
One by one
He gives a new kinda meaning to what I am
I know that
And you can't tell the book
By looking at the cover
Now can't you see
You misjudge me
I look like a farmer
But I'm a lover
So you can't judge a book
By the light of the silvery moon,
I want to spoon, to my honey I'll croon love's tune,
Honeymoon keep a shining in June,
Your silvery beams will
door
I don't hear it,
Does it mean you don't love me anymore?
I hear the clock a'ticking,
On the mantel shelf
See the hands a'moving,
But I'm by
There's silver on the sage tonight
Sprinkled by the Moon above
So lie down dawgies and let me dream
Of the one gal I love
There's silver
by me
Nobody knows
Yeah, nobody knows
The way it's gonna be
If you're leaving, will you take me with you?
I'm tired of talking on my phone
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road
Third boxcar, midnight train
Destination, Bangor, Maine.
Old
Maybe someday, saved by zero,
I'll be more together.
Stretched by fewer thoughts that leave me.
Chasing after my dreams; disown me, loaded with
Glory hallelujah, I shall not be moved
Anchored in Jehovah, I shall not be moved
Just like the tree that's planted by the waters
I shall not be
London by night is a wonderful sight
There is magic abroad in the air
I'm often told that the streets turn to gold
When the moon shines on Circus
London by night is a wonderful sight
There is magic abroad in the air
I'm often told that the streets turn to gold
When the moon shines on Circus
Well, I was standing by my window
On one cold and cloudy day
When I saw that hearse come rolling
For to carry my mother away
Ohh, will
(Wo-oh, mmm)
In high seas or in low seas
I'm gonna be your friend
I'm gonna be your friend
In high seas or in low seas
I'll be by your side
the moonlight up and down the river shore,
It's the call of the canyon, maybe I will find you once more.
Standing there alone by the ashes of the fire we said
Blue smoke goes drifting by
Into the deep blue sky
And when I think of home
I sadly sigh
Oh I can see you there
With loving tears in your eyes
door.
I don't hear it,
Does it mean you don't love me anymore?
I hear the clock a'ticking,
On the mantel shelf.
See the hands a'moving,
But I'm by
I know my street , that's where I live
I never take , I always give
They always leave me on the shelf
I live my life all by myself
My car ain't big
me for a ride, yeah
She could drag me over the rainbow
And send me away
Down by the river
I shot my baby
Down by the river
Dead, ooh
Shot
I get carried away by the look by the light in your eyes
Before I even realize the ride I'm on
Baby I'm long gone
I get carried away nothin' matters
Far across the blue waters
Lives an old German's daughter
By the banks of the old river Rhine
Where I loved her and left her
But I can't forget
I am loved, I am loved by the one I love in every way,
I am loved, absolutely loved,
What a wonderful thing to be able to say.
I'm adored, I
Inch by inch, row by row, I'm gonna make this garden grow
All it takes is a rake and a hoe and a piece of fertile ground
Inch by inch, row by row,
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