Lyrics:
sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
In a tree by the brook
There's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are
followed me across the seas.
Then tell me please
How are things in Glocca Morra?
Is that little brook still leaping there?
Does it still run down
Down home (Way down home) Way down home (Way down home)
Watermelon (Watermelon) costs but a dime (Watermelon)
And the fish by the river
They jump they
Georgie was a skinny kid
Fond of angling, fonder of dangling his feet in the cool brook water
While the Reverend's daughter
Sat at his side
Memphis, but she just walked up the block.
She raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone.
Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge, River
a moment of glory
A face comes before me
The face of my pretty Fraulein
Fraulein, Fraulein
Walk down by the river
Pretend that your hand's holding
Memphis, but she just walked up the block.
She raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone.
Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge, River
Cold wind ripping down the alley at dawn
And the morning paper flies
Dead man lying by the side of the road
With the daylight in his eyes
Don't let
a moment of glory
A face comes before me
The face of my pretty Fraulein
Fraulein, Fraulein
Walk down by the river
Pretend that your hand's holding
Cold wind ripping down the alley at dawn
And the morning paper flies
Dead man lying by the side of the road
With the daylight in his eyes
Don't let
April morning, a chance of rain
Stacy Dorning puts on her train
She walked by the river down to the gate
He hoped that his love was real say goodbye
but we never got caught
Down by the river on a Friday night
A pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight
Talking 'bout cars and dreaming 'bout women
down
The sky was hidden by a mist
But just like magic when we kissed
The moon and stars were shining all around
When London Bridge came tumbling
Memphis, but she just walked up the block.
She raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone.
Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge, River
read of in books,
Connected to one of those
Underground brooks!
An underground river
That starts here and flows
Right under this bathtub!
And then
fear
You may cry me a river
I cried a river for you
Yes I cried a river for you
Turn back the tide of life, I cried, salty water runnin' down
I
by the sounds before the sun
I knew the night had gone
The morning breeze like a bugle blew
Against the drum of dawn
Lay down your weary tune,
by the sounds before the sun
I knew the night had gone
The morning breeze like a bugle blew
Against the drum of dawn
Lay down your weary tune,
Somebody told me
I know where to go
Somebody showed me
I was last to know
Sell me down the river
Sell me down the river
Sell me down
Shall we gather at the river
Where bright angels feet have trod
With it's crystal tides forever
Flowing by the throne of God
Yes, we'll gather
followed me across the seas.
Then tell me please
How are things in Glocca Morra?
Is that little brook still leaping there?
Does it still run down
Late last night, I went for a walk
Down by the river near my home
Couldn't believe, with my own eyes
And I swear I'll never leave my home again
And the beauty of the past is rejoicing your mind
When days are getting short
And winter comes along
Your life slows down and down
Like a river is getting
Down my neck
Beads of sweat.
Rain on the highway
Running clear across New York
A windsong through the barren trees
Wild lavender heather
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