Lyrics:
the madding throng
Where we can enjoy this safe suburban seclusion
This safe suburban seclusion
I've been to Burwood East
I've been to Deepdene South
And yet
abounding,
Happy throngs, singing songs with a mighty sounding.
Happy throngs, singing songs with a mighty sounding.
Children of the martyred race, whether
join in the big parade
Altogether now one and two join that happy throng
Feel the beat of that ramblin', scramblin' musdrat song
Come on and ramble
you pay the price
When the battle's nigh
And the pipes blow strong
Hear the battle cry
Of the highland throng
And the snow lies deep
And the rivers
Tied up I just sit and wonder
If I can rise above cause I think I'm going under
Weighed down 'cause my brain's so loud
Fighting through the throng but I
keeps calling
My heart enthralling
Cherokee
Dreams of summertime
Of lovertime gone by
Throng my memory so tenderly
And sigh
My
Brave
now one and two come on and join the happy throng
Feel the beat of that rambling scrambling muskrat song
Come on and ramble along
Look
all passed away
Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song
List while I woo thee with soft melody
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng
Beautiful
enthralling
Ooh Cherokee
Dreams of summertime
Of wintertime gone by
Throng my memory so tenderly and sigh
My sweet Indian warrior
One day I'll hold
a spiralling humanity
There's a cycle we can see
In a throng's monstrosity odds are
There'll always be a mule
You never can predict the mind of a lunatic
A mind
enthralling
Ooh, Cherokee
Dreams of summertime
Of wintertime gone by
Throng my memory
So tenderly and sigh
My sweet Indian warrior
One day I'll hold
the old time throng
Give my regards to old Broadway
And say that I'll be there e'er long
Say hello to dear old Coney Isle
If there you chance to be
enthralling
Ooh, Cherokee
Dreams of summertime
Of wintertime gone by
Throng my memory
So tenderly and sigh
My sweet Indian warrior
One day I'll hold
the throng's in the spell of a song
My thoughts keep drifting to you
While each pair seems to share their affair
They're making me blue
For I'm dancing
enthralling
Cherokee
Dreams of summertime
My lovertime gone by
Throng my memory
So tenderly and sigh
My sweet Indian lover
One day I'll hold you
In
I'll stop and I'll stare
At that face in the throng
Yes, I'll know when my love comes along
That he'll stand before my eyes one day
I won't need
halls
They ain't comin' in throngs
And they'll never know
That the shittiest folk bands sing the prettiest songs
God, yeah they do
I gave my time
I
Strong
That no one can do us wrong
We will always remain strong
We will rejoice and join the throng
And say “WE LOVE HIM”
If I come to Him each day
of throngs,and
meeting their fans.They're comin' to town,
a rock and roll band,and you and your friends,
with tickets in hand,are goin' to the show.
Rock and roll
time throng!
Give my regards to Old Broadway
And say that I'll be there, 'ere long!
Give my regards to Broadway!
Remember me to Herald Square!
Tell all
I saw the holy city, the new Jerusalem, coming down from heaven shining like the sun
I saw the throngs of people of every tribe and tongue, like
song
Out of tune, as a throng
Leave by dawn
Lower me to my home
Funny I've always been withdrawn
Congregate with worms, won't miss this place when I'm
And I thought I saw you in the throng
But I was wrong
I try to emulate some other worldly trait
But then you're gone
Down the wormhole
In some spaceship
for sale!
With whipped cream! Finches and larks! Dates! Fresh fish! Coconut milk! Skirts! Carrots!
The CROWD
What a throng! Such noise! Hold tight!
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