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travelling through
And never sit down with a tear and a frown
But paddle your own canoe
I rise with the lark from daylight to dark
I do what I have to do
I'm

Cry Baby Cry

Ramsey Lewis

Katalyst Presents: Dusted - Essential Mix

the children for a lark.

Cry baby cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough to know better.
So cry baby cry cry cry cry baby
Make your mother sigh.

And the sweet silver song of the lark 

„Wo sind eure Sachen jetzt?"

Walk on through the wind 
Walk on through the rain 
Though your dreams be tossed

Waitin' for the Evening Mail

Max Morath

Jonah Man: A Tribute to Bert Williams

I was standing by a jail this morning
when I heard a hard lark brother moan,
"I'm in here right where I don't belong.
I never done no wrong."

I

You've got to find out what's your pleasure
In time you'll be singing like a lark
Pretty soon your sorry will chime for all
Somebody will heed your call

And the sweet silver song of the lark 

Walk on through the wind 
Walk on through the rain 
Though your dreams be tossed and blown 

Walk on, walk on with

Carry On

Justin Rutledge

The Early Widows

2010

Once the weather was mine
The lark and the plow
The arrow, the vine
The weak and the wild
When I was a child
I was a child

Against a backdrop

love but we're round and above
But it's all just a lark
Just a guess in the dark
But if we don't change our ways
Then I guess it all stays
All we need is

on the street where you live
Are there lilac trees
In the heart of town?
Can you hear a lark in any other part of town?
Does enchantment pour
Out of every door?

wooing lark 
 
No ways to see we rise 
our sight up to the sky 
 
We go where the storms may take us 
Ours ways written in stars 
And we travel along

In Flanders fields, the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place, and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly

again
Something is building
I don't understand
A hummingbird larks in my hand

But I'm too busy chasing parades to ever love you the same
Just breathe

The forest light falls in my footsteps
the moon and the lark know my song
I thrive within the folding of the pages
I decorate my heroin with blood

Beautiful

blind, the lark was blind
An old king came and took her to his palace
Where the walls were burnished bronze and golden braid
And he fed her fruit and nuts

To laugh like a brook
when it trips
and falls over stones on its way
To sing through the night
like a lark
who is learning to pray
I go to the hills
when my

Mr. Crescent
Heard the song of both the lark and the linnet
Played them both upon a parlor spinet
One with only nine strings in it
Clinging

No matter what we do
It’s always fun with you
By my side, a ride in the park
A stroll in the dark, always a lark
We sit in a café, a movie or a play

awakened all things that be
The lark and the thrush and the swallow free
The stars burn out in the clear blue air
The thin white moon lies withering there.

has the pain of a bandoneón.*
Maybe during her childhood her voice
Of a lark took on this dark tone from the streets,
Or maybe from that romance
That

A Hand to Hold

Laurie Lewis

The Golden West

2006

The thrush in the forest, the lark in the field
Sing like their lives depend on the song
My mind has been full, but my voice has been still
In all

little of me they allow you to go

When you're near there's such an air of spring about it
I can hear a lark somewhere begin to sing about it
There's

you need to be
Maybe one day you'll run home (to me)

Lark upon the ledge
Sings into the morning
Where'd you leave your nest
Did you wing off without

happy as a lark
As I grabbed my bike and rode into the dark

I pedaled through the neighborhood, the weather on my mind
But the wind was picking up

a chime that flies
From a church on a breeze
To laugh like a brook when it trips and falls over
Stones on its way
To sing through the night like a lark who