Lyrics:
And great was her scorn
I offered to take her to Donnybrook Fair
And to buy her fine ribbons to tie up her hair
I offered to marry and to stay by her
wretched, left forlorn
And worse than murder'd by thy scorn
(Exit under guard)
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O tidings of comfort and joy)
(Comfort and joy o
a load (he's there)
That's when Jesus is a comforter (to my soul)
Well you may scorn me turn your back on me
God's got his arms wrapped all around me
If I remember the night that we met
Tasted a wine that I'll never forget
Opened the doorway and saw through the light
Motions of movement and I
they can both long remain
They can take you and leave you alone and insane.
But freedom's in sight, if the road in the night
Is lit by the light
If I remember the night that we met
Tasted a wine that I'll never forget
Opened the doorway and saw through the light
Motions of movement and I
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O tidings of comfort and joy)
(Comfort and joy o
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O tidings of comfort and joy)
(Comfort and joy o
Jewry,
This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O tidings
Bethlehem in Jewry,
This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O
too tender
Sometimes we're too tough
If we get too much attention
It gets hard to overrule
So often fragile power turns
To scorn and ridicule
met his maker
And he’s measured by the undertaker
Scorn a woman if you forsake her
If you forsake her
Oh today he met his maker
And he’s measured by
Fast death, disenchanted by life
Marked by envy and scorn
Show to the world his mortal hate
Die with regret
There's no light and there's no air
Don't scorn me if I slip around on you don't hate me if I fancy someone new
Don't blame me if my love just can't be true
It's the tricks of the trade
Forsaking dreams and goals
For the silent scorn of your charms
Jezebel
If ever a devil's plan was made to torment man
Deceiving me, grieving me, leaving
The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,
Sing all a green willow - willow
Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,
Sing all a green willow –
'Cause you got love (you got love)
If you got love
If you got love
The world you're walking in
Is at your command
When you're standing in the face
Whipped in the eye by the sand
Malicious have light of day obscured
The sun has burned my skin
Open wounds are licked by sand
To be punished by
We, we will dance like tiny boats with cotton sails
Upon the tops of the seas
That, that would pull us down to the depths and crush us flat
If
If it's wrong to love you wrong I'll alway be
Though the world may scorn me darling can't you see
If it's wrong to want you when my day is through
breath
If you want to love your life
You have to flirt with death
Sail close to the harnessed wind and
Treat all risks with scorn
A farm boy
born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort
My father promised me roses
My mother promised me thorns
My father taught me to use my mind
My mother taught me scorn
He touches me lightly with
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