on up for the rising Come on up, lay your hands in mine Come on up for the rising Come on up for the rising tonight Left the house this morning Bells
Gloria, G L O R I A Gloria, G L O R I A, Gloria I was at the stadium There were twenty thousand girls called their names out to me Marie and Ruth, but
it so fast, for that cash Ching-A-Ling She ready And she looking for a bank roll Ching-a-ling She moving right around, Like a Mary-Go Ching-A-Ling
Jesus was an only son As he walked up Calvary Hill His mother Mary walking beside him In the path where his blood spilled Jesus was an only son In the
bells tolled And the wind blew across the wild moor Oh, how the old man must have felt When he came to the door, the next mornin' And he found Mary dead
Mary's little boy was born. Hark, now hear the angels sing, a king was born today, And man will live for evermore, because of Christmas Day. Mary
with an S Deep as a virus Little Mary Little Mary From scratchless I ascend Stamps tongue-swabbed Now embark for the Ivory Coast Chiming like mouse bells
to please yourself Played them all the old songs, thought that's why they came No one heard the music, we didn't look the same I said, hello to "Mary
disguise I played them all the old songs I thought that's why they came No one heard the music we didn't look the same I said hello to mary lou she belongs
' lookin' for a first time We took a long ride An' there by your side I did my first crime Well Mary, Mary quite contrary Just how does your garden grow, aah She said you ring my bell
Santa Maria, Santa Teresa, Santa Anna, Santa Susannah Santa Cecilia, Santa Copelia, Santa Domenica, Mary Angelica Frater Achad, Frater Pietro, Julianus
you take, I'm walking the same Beyond the horizon, the night winds blow The theme of a melody from many moons ago The bells of St. Mary, how sweetly
gettin higher (ringing them bells) Oh Mary, o Martha Oh Mary's gonna ring them bells Oh Mary, o Martha Oh Mary's gonna ring them bells Hear arch
Mama told Mary not to go downtown Too many lovely boys hanging around Mary didn't listen, she went anyway There she met a boy who took her away Soldier
dah-dah-dah Played them all the old songs, thought that's why they came No one heard the music, we didn't look the same I said, "Hello" to Mary Lou,
a boy of no means With no shoes on his feet And a knife in his jeans Along the loom of the land The mission bells peeled From the tower at Saint Mary
walked a crooked mile Night, the shameless widow doffed her weeds, in a pile The stars all winked at me, they shamed a child Your funeral, my trial One thousand Marys
I promise you a miracle And it will be done Upon this one last disappearing Bells toll, new lands And I look up sometimes To see this old black Mary