Lyrics:
Res miranda.
By that rose we may well see
That he is God in persons three,
Pari forma.
The angels sungen the shepherds to:
Gloria in
far;
And to the earth it gave great light,
And so it continued both day and night.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.
And by
She is handsome. She is pretty.
She is the bell of Belfast City.
She is courtin' one, two, three.
Please won't you tell me, who is she?
Albert Mooney
Written by Eddie Miller and W.S. Stevenson
(As released by Patsy Cline August 12, 1957)
Two cigarettes in an ashtray
My love and I, in a small
dream a dream
Together
When I saw you first the time was half past three
When your eyes met mine it was eternity
By now we know the wave is
Take it away Eric the Orchestra Leader
A-one, two, a-one two three four
Half a bee, philosophically,
Must, ipso facto, half not be.
But half
two, three, four
Get your woman on the floor
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
What up, everybody, so glad you're
She is handsome. She is pretty.
She is the bell of Belfast City.
She is courtin' one, two, three.
Please won't you tell me, who is she?
Albert Mooney
to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Old Hickory said, "We could take 'em by surprise
If we didn't fire our muskets 'til we looked 'em
in my sails,
Keep a hold of the tiger by the tail,
A half a ham sandwich in my lunch pail,
That'd be alright.
[Chorus]
Yeah, that'd be
on the TV
And that's about the time she walked away from me
Nobody likes you when you're twenty-three
And are still more amused by TV shows
What
you take the 3.10 to Yuma
You can see the ghosts of outlaws go ridin' by (Ridin' by)
In the sky (In the sky), way up high
The buzzards keep circlin'
Swinging on the back porch
Jumping off a big log
Pablo's feeling better now
Hanging by his finger nails
Swinging on the back porch
Jumping off
ring up Turner
And try to see if the little girl is over there
Well, I know, I know my baby
I know the sweet thing by the clothes she wears
She's
trying to be heard above your noise?
And the lonely voice of youth cries "What is truth?"
A little boy of three sittin' on the floor
Looks up
(One was Johnny)
One was Johnny who lived by himself
Two was a rat who jumped on his shelf
Three was a cat who chased the rat
Four was a dog
pass me by
Three hearts will break in two
Cause me, myself and I
Are all in love with you
Me, myself and I
Are all in love with you
We all think
of shy about
Someone who writes poetry
Or maybe you can sing?
Maybe you can sing a song, mmm
(Tonight on the telephone)
(I dial...)
6-3-2-5-7-9-2 (Is
I've been hurt in love three times
Once as a baby then as a lady
Now I'm a woman
As I child I loved so deep
I remember crying myself to sleep
When
to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Old Hickory said, "We could take 'em by surprise
If we didn't fire our muskets 'til we looked 'em
the teacher´s pet
I read more in your lovin´ eyes
Than in any book from the shelf
I don´t have to tell you
You´re in a class by yourself
Kiss me, kiss me
[Chorus]
Fish swims birds fly
Daddys' yell, mommas' cry
Old men sit and think
I Drink.
Chicken TV dinner
Six minutes on defrost three on high
Beer
at me and talk of love
Just knock three times and whisper low
That you and I were sent by Joe
Then strike and match and you will know
You're in
(Sanford Bennett/Joseph Webster)
From Album: Amazing Grace 3 - A Country Salute to Gospel
There's a land that is fairer than day
And by faith we can
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