Lyrics:
me the big fool of the year
Oh they gave to me a little golden statue of the torch that I carry for you dear
They said no one else could even come
From the Indian reservation to the governmental school
Well they're goin' to educate me to the white men's Golden Rule
And I'm learning very quickly
a day, there will come a day
The song will ring out, down those golden streets
The voices of earth with the angels will sing
Every knee will bow, sin will
I saw you smiling,
As if I could forget!
And we were lovers
The moment that we met!
And we would wander,
Content to wander,
Through the golden
not prepared for eternity"
I took her by her golden curls
And drug her down to the river side
And there I threw her into drown
And I watched her as she
the silent magical moonbeams light?
Gone are the golden dreams
With summer roses
And all of our tender-est vows
Were made but to be broken
Song
say that I'm a stranger
My face they'll never see no more
There is but one promise that's given
I'll sail on God's golden shore
All through this
of my eye
Baby it's true
On a golden autumn day
All my dreams came true in Orangefield
On a throne of Ulster day
You came my way in Orangefield
his letters and his locket
Place together o'are my heart
But the golden ring he gave me
From my finger never part
Ain't no golden gates gonna swing open
Ain't no streets paved in natural pearl
Ain't no angel with a harp come singin'
Leastways not that I know
You look at me and see the girl
Who lives inside the golden world
But don't believe
That's all there is to see
You'll never know the real me
painful steps and slow
Look now for glad and golden hours come swiftly on the wing
O rest beside the weary road and hear the angels sing.
For lo
I'll buy you six bay mares to put in your stable
Six golden apples bought with my pay.
I am the first piper who calls the sweet tune,
But I must
sah!
Though it once had a dreadful shower of rain
We who are blessed they just can't put us under
Martyrs golden text is bondage never again
If not by
grease, and elbow room
Baby play me, baby fall down, go boom
Party people gather round, count down to apocalypse
(I'm the kid with the golden arms)
stepped,
So smiling, proud and young.
About the hemp-rope on his neck,
The golden ringlets clung;
There's ne'er a tear in his blue eyes,
Fearless
all around me, people, oh, my baby, she can't be found
Well, if I don't find my baby, I'm going down to the Golden Ground
That's where the men hang
chill the air,
I don't care!
My love waits there in San Francisco,
above the blue and windy sea.
When I come home to you, San Francisco,
your golden
Your baby doesn't love you any more
Golden days before they end
Whisper secrets to the wind
Your baby won't be near you any more
Tender nights
possoms in the pail moonlight
For ma, just to please her
Bugler's voice like Gabriel's horn
Up in the cypress, all down through the corn
Golden sounds,
a big baloon
Take the sky, forsake the ground
Oh, yes, other hearts were broken
Yeah, other dreams ran dry
But our golden ones sail on, sail
Each day I'll do a golden deed by helping those who are in need
My life on earth is but a spent and so I'll do the best I can
Life's evening sun is
and drove up to Ayer's door
They find the choir's great trouble sittin' there in an old arm chair
And the summer's golden sunbeams lay upon his snow white
done
The silver apples of the moon
The golden apples of the sun
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