Lyrics:
has been too long since this rainbird has had even a glimpse of water.
Blessed is the land, where you live, my friend and loved one,
my Divine
Sleep my love your work is done
And the hour to part is come
Now this journey’s ending go to sleep
Daylight now has left the land
Time flows by
As the empire rises and heaven and earth must bow
On this day, all things new
In the ruins and the flooded land
Out of the ashes we are risen by God's hand
so rich in this bitch
Everything, all day
Lil B, welcome to the White Flame, bitch
cultural melting pot
There's nothing better than
This land of the free and
The home of the brave
Populated by ancestors of immigrants and
Slaves who met
from the ruins of our land
we will stand strong side by side, and win
And when cold wind's will blow, disbanding brothers, stand alone
We will let
Roaming the lands of strangers,
Terrified
Met by cold frowns broken enmity
Are you scared?
This will not be your home
There's no room here
Don't stay,
The beginning, the imagination
The comprehension of senses
The boundaries of emotions
A way led by fear, the distress to be
Unfulfilling in this tomb to me
from the land
Father ruled by long division, young men they pretend
Old men comprehend
And the clouds breaks at dawn shedding light upon this town
(Chorus:)
I am a pilgrim and a stranger
Traveling through this wearisome land.
I've got a home in that yonder city, Good Lord,
And it's not, (oh
Daylight streams, but nighttime scenes
Still shimmer in my mind
I stumble to the kitchen
I know just what I'll find
Please don't shout when
Girl in all the land
But then the ring went on
And it went all wrong
Like a Midnight Thriller she went Bridezilla
She spat pea soup and became a killer
Have you heard of old man Joe?
He was born in Cajun land
He walks with a cane in hand
But he plays a mean banjo
Now he lives in Kyoto
For his
strong but the lands that we dwell
Belong to the stars in the sky
Must not forget to let the children know
That we built this world but it's not ours
the colour of the dark
I fall into a dream
From the lands lying at the end of World
I am bringing this dress as a gift, it is
Made with the purest silk
She
?bout
Nearly almost hit the floor
?Cause he could tell just by the tread, sides of green, top of red
This stagecoach was the Chevy from next door
He
[Chorus 2X: Frukwan]
America, home of the brave, land of the free
I know they ain't talkin' 'bout me
The be -L-A-see-K's, we done forgotten the ways
By a hammer blow of size and scale
With BSE just the final nail
In the coffin of this English dream
That lies out there on the village green
While
Veiled by the masses who deny it exists
A splinter that’s hidden but always persists
Another oilfield blemish to stain this here tryst
Of the land
nothing but drugs
Slipping really slow you can see in my walk
Can hear in my words like I’m writing with chalk
This black and white state yellow tape for
These days I feel I've been left high and dry
In a land where the sea don't touch the sky
Where no moon
Brings no tide
Where no sail
Can arrive
For
Stood by the hill of Tara
Feel the love in the land
(Chorus)
Éist fuaim an chláirseach Listen to the sound of the harp
Ar bharr Teamhair On the Hill
My heart is broken bad and the circus is in town
I'm out for a walk
Trying to shake these feelings down
When the sky is getting darker over the land
I'd rather have Jesus than silver or gold
I'd rather be his than have riches untold
I'd rather have Jesus than houses or land
I'd rather be led by
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