Gordon Lightfoot Lyrics
Gordon Lightfoot Lyrics
"Brave Mountaineers Lyrics"
Life After Death Lyrics
I rolled out the bed as the alarm started going off rubbed my head with my arm it was the crack of dawn I’m late fo work and I really just hate my job
I rolled out the bed as the alarm started going off rubbed my head with my arm it was the crack of dawn I’m late fo work and I really just hate my job
Born in the country and I like that country smile
Of the little girls and boys, they remind me of a child
That I knew and a big harvest moon
That shon' by suppertime in the dusty afternoon
And I need to be there
When the autumn wind goes whistlin' through the trestle we would climb
Like brave mountaineers
Hearing you in my sleep Feeling you your cadence seeps Whispering in flashback the spectres of your memories Fall in glistening showers such a tender
Born in the country and I like that country song
We played for just a nickel every time we got to town
And I bought you a dime diamond ring
In the hayloft we would play, we were princesses and kings
And I need to be there
When the world gets too heavy and the shado
If you ever with EAST 17 Lyrics
The very first time that I saw your brown eyes Your lips said hello and I said hi I knew right then you were the one But I was caught up in physical att
ws cross my mindThe very first time that I saw your brown eyes Your lips said hello and I said hi I knew right then you were the one But I was caught up in physical att
Like brave mountaineers
We never were much bothered by time
Born in the country and I like that country way
Of the uncles and the cousins and the card games they would play
While the young ones slept overhead
Beneath the quilts that mother made, when all the prayers were said
And I
Scars Lyrics
Remembrances - Once more Im there Living in the past Faded pictures of yesterday My best and worst memories Will be forever here Another ni
need to be thereRemembrances - Once more Im there Living in the past Faded pictures of yesterday My best and worst memories Will be forever here Another ni
When the autumn wind goes whistlin' through the trestle we would climb
Like brave mountaineers
We never were much bothered by time
And I need to be there
When the world gets too heavy and the shadows cross my mind
Like brave mountaineers
We never were much bothered by time