Lyrics:
cammini come me dall'altra parte della strada
Hey man, che sei solo come me dall'altra parte della strada
Sing a song and sorrow passes by
Sing in
the things left by those gone before
At the top of the tiniest hill I can feel like I'm a king
And there's always another song to sing
fightin' for,
No one's listenin' when you need 'em,
Ain't no fun to sing that song no more.
Got a song about a sister,
Waitin' somewhere by the phone,
By and by, Lord, by and by
There's a better home a-waiting
In the sky, Lord, in the sky
We sang the songs of childhood
Hymns of faith that made
There is a tale that the island people tell
Don't care if it is true, 'cause I love it so well
Jolly Mon sing for his supper every night
of me
You have created a melody
You're the composer of the song
That my heart sings
You may not what
Quarter notes are
Or what I mean by Four
by and grow my hair
And sing them
I sing my song so I am free
I sing them
I sing my song and sound like me
I sing them
I sing my song so I am
I've got to live
Here's the life I sing about
In my song
I'm gonna stand up
For right and I always
Shun the wrong
Ooh
If I'm in the crowd
has left of her is a song
He first saw her
Standing by a cabin door
Her song was ringing
Out in a voice so strong and sure
To the lonesome valley
The song a robin sings
Through years of endless springs
The murmur of a brook at eventide
That ripples through a nook where two lovers hide
we're crying out
As the day draws near
We'll sing until the whole world hears
Lord let your sleeping giant arise
Catch the demons by surprise
Holy
Wounded warriors, took her song away
But the day will come, Jenny Wren will sing
When this broken world, mends its foolish ways
Now we, spend our
Sometimes songs are done by singers that don't mean them
And at times I've done the same and couldn't sing them
At times I've written songs about
We have to find our heart songs all by ourself
It's the voice you hear inside
Who you truly are (truly are)
Raise your voices brothers and sisters
a seed
That's blessed by the sun
A rose will come to you
And as the song bird
Flies through the sky
He sings his song for you
All for you, for
We are amazed but not amused
By all the things you say that you'll do
Though much concerned but not involved
With decisions that are made by you
But
The song a robin sings
Through years of endless springs
The murmur of a brook at eventide
That ripples through a nook where two lovers hide
By and by, Lord, by and by
There's a better home a-waiting
In the sky, Lord, in the sky
We sang the songs of childhood
Hymns of faith that made
to men from heaven all gracious
King
The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing
For lo the days are hastening on by prophets seen
the music right out
Sing, you sinners
Whenever there's music
The Devil kicks
He don't allow music
By the river Styx
You're wicked and you're depraved
The song a robin sings
Through years of endless springs
The murmur of a brook at eventide
That ripples by a nook where two lovers hide
A great
Mighty fine music
And anytime I think my world is wrong
I get me out of bed and sing this song
I hear music
Mighty fine music
The murmur
and still can sing its song
Share every precious moment with me
Don't you wait too long
So while my heart's gay and foolish
And free and still can sing this
years go by
With an old dog he calls Governor John
He starts at the break of dawn
And he don't stop as long as someone
Wants to hear him sing a song
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