Lay me down, lay me down Lay me down, lay me down Don't give in, don't give in Don't give in, don't give in Don't give in, don't give in Don't give in
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I was following the pack all swallowed in their coats with scarves of red tied ?round their throats to keep their little heads from fallin? in the snow
On the way to your brother's house in the valley, dear, By the river bridge a cradle floating beside me. In the whitest water on the banks against the
She left a week to roam Your protector's coming home Keep your secrets with you Safe from the outside You walk along the stream Your head caught in a
charlie never let it get too hard just try sticking with the girl you got other women they would seem secure they're just as fragile as her i heard ...
wanderers this morning came by where did they go graceful in the morning light to banner fair to follow you softly in the cold mountain air through the
In that dream I'm as old as the mountains Still is starlight reflected in fountains Children grown on the edge of the ocean Kept like jewelry kept with
Just as the sand made everything round Just as the tar seeps up from the ground Bitter dancer, ever turning So was the day that you came to town You
I woke up one morning All my fingers rotten I woke up a dying man without a chance I came to your window Threw a stone and waited At the door a stranger
After all is said and done I feel the same All that I hoped would change within me stayed Like a huddled moon-lit exile on the shore Warming his hands
Why in the night sky are the lights on? Why is the earth moving round the sun? Floating in the vacuum with no purpose, not a one Why in the night sky
If to borrow is to take and not return I have borrowed all my lonesome life And I can't, no I can't get through The borrower's debt is the only regret
He was so kind, such a gentleman tied to the oceanside Lighting a match on the suitcase's latch in the fading of night Ruffle the fur of the collie '
I went down among the dust and pollen to the old stone fountain in the morning after dawn underneath were all these pennies fallen from the hands of children
So guess I got old I was like trash on the sidewalk I guess I knew why Often it's hard to just sweet talk I was old news to you then Old news, old news
So now I am older than my mother and father when they had their daughter now what does that say about me Oh how could I dream of such a selfless and