Gordon Lightfoot Lyrics
Gordon Lightfoot Lyrics
"Don Quixote Lyrics"
R.I.P. Lyrics
The screams and the dreams and the nightmares it seems Are from Hell Things lurk in the churchyard and rise from the soil Those who dwell They come from a cult of evil and bad No relent To search for the body they seek there that night Whose consent<
The screams and the dreams and the nightmares it seems Are from Hell Things lurk in the churchyard and rise from the soil Those who dwell They come from a cult of evil and bad No relent To search for the body they seek there that night Whose consent<
Through the woodland, through the valley
Comes a horseman wild and free
Tilting at the windmills passing
Who can the brave young horseman be
He is wild but he is mellow
He is strong but he is weak
He is cruel but he is gentle
He is wise but he is meek
Reaching for his saddlebag
He takes a battered book into his hand
Standing like a prophet bold
He shouts across the ocean to the shore
Till he can shout no more
I have come o'er moor and mountain
Like the hawk upon the wing
I was once a shini
Three Flights Up Lyrics
(Frank Christian) We returned to that five room flat Now it was empty and this the last time There were blinking pictures Of how we'd sit and chat Some of them are scattered Others shattered in my mind Chorus It was always three flights
ng knight(Frank Christian) We returned to that five room flat Now it was empty and this the last time There were blinking pictures Of how we'd sit and chat Some of them are scattered Others shattered in my mind Chorus It was always three flights
Who was the guardian of a king
I have searched the whole world over
Looking for a place to sleep
I have seen the strong survive
And I have seen the lean grown weak
See the children of the earth
Who wake to find the table bare
See the gentry in the country
Riding off to take the air
Reaching for his saddlebag
He takes a rusty sword into his hand
Then striking up a knightly pose
He shouts across the ocean to the shore
Till he can shout no more
See the jailor with his key
Just Out Of Reach (of My Two Empty Arms) Lyrics
JUST OUT OF REACH (OF MY TWO EMPTY ARMS) WRITERS V.F. “PAPPY” STEWART Love that runs away from me Dreams that just won't let me be Blues that keep on botherin' me Chains that just won't set me free Too far away from you and all your charms
ho locks away all trace of sinJUST OUT OF REACH (OF MY TWO EMPTY ARMS) WRITERS V.F. “PAPPY” STEWART Love that runs away from me Dreams that just won't let me be Blues that keep on botherin' me Chains that just won't set me free Too far away from you and all your charms
See the judge upon the bench
Who tries the case as best he can
See the wise and wicked ones
Who feed upon life's sacred fire
See the soldier with his gun
Who must be dead to be admired
See the man who tips the needle
See the man who buys and sells
See the man who puts the collar
On the ones who dare not tell
See the drunkard in the tavern
Stemming gold to make ends meet
See the youth in ghetto black
Condemned to life upon the street
Reaching for his saddlebag
Ceylon City Lyrics
I'm going home to the town where I was born where little children laughed as they sang a happy song in the little town of Ceylon, Ceylon city, Ceylon city I've got a boat , I hope it's still afloat with rusty sails, and an old wooden oar
He takes a tarnished cross into his hand
Then standing like a preacher now
He shouts across the ocean to the shore
Then in a blaze of tangled hooves
He gallops off across the dusty plain
In vain to search again
Where no one will hear
Through the woodland, through the valley
Comes a horseman wild and free
Tilting at the windmills passing
Who can the brave young horseman be
He is wild but he is mellow
He is strong but he is weak
He is cruel but he is gentle
He is wise but he is meek
I'm going home to the town where I was born where little children laughed as they sang a happy song in the little town of Ceylon, Ceylon city, Ceylon city I've got a boat , I hope it's still afloat with rusty sails, and an old wooden oar
He takes a tarnished cross into his hand
Then standing like a preacher now
He shouts across the ocean to the shore
Then in a blaze of tangled hooves
He gallops off across the dusty plain
In vain to search again
Where no one will hear
Through the woodland, through the valley
Comes a horseman wild and free
Tilting at the windmills passing
Who can the brave young horseman be
He is wild but he is mellow
He is strong but he is weak
He is cruel but he is gentle
He is wise but he is meek