not spared This is a selfish world we come unprepared You saw me fall You seen me crawl You wish me dead But that's too easy To the sky where the devils
beg you, dear Molly, girl Try and understand your man the best you can Across The Great Divide, just grab your hat, and take that ride Get yourself a bride
going when I ain't have a ride. And when they ask do you do what you love Ima say I do if i ain't got a bride. and I always call faith like big always
m goin' if I ain't got a ride And when they ask, do you do what you love? I'ma say I do if I ain't got a bride And I always carry faith like big Tryna
here today? He's gonna take you to his mansion in the sky To take you to his mansion, oh, can't wait to go in the sky He's gonna take you, gonna take
words) So many sights to see So wake up like an early birdie And we'll get a head start on the day Oh, stained glass sky ways And crowded six lane
young girl in the early days of May It was there in her arms he let his cautiousness slip away In their lovers twilight as the evening sky grew dim
The wine it was drunk, the ship it was sunk The shot it was dead, all the sorrows were drowned The birds they were clouds, the brides and the shrouds
Feel how the wind blows, december despair, Bring me a ribbon to tie up my hair, I'll be your bride, go where you go, All of my life, you'll be my beau
you have on Could it be a faded rose of days gone by And did I hear you say he was meetin' you here today To take you to his mansion in the sky She'
of times, things passed you by When you have to fend alone in the night, it makes me cry To think you could have died, my little bride Time to put that
again like a thief in the night You are coming again with a shout from the sky You are coming again to take away Your bride To take away Your bride
Because the bridge washed out I can't swim and my baby's on the other side Rain oh rain stop a fallin' dark clouds hurry from the sky The preacher and my bride
that stings A sky that cries and a bird that flies A fish that walks and a dog that talks Hoo wee, ridin' be high Tomorrows the day that my brides are
factory She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He is lookin' for food I am in the kitchen With the tombstone blues The hysterical bride in the
The Circus Lyrics THE GIRL: I remember a jet slowly scraping Low and heavy across a sky of slate I remember the angle of your elbow As it doubled
bells ringing through the orchard All the way from town She watches seagulls fly, silver on the ocean Stitching through the waves, the edges of the sky
my son Clouds in the sky Gathering for a fight Chasing their prey, till it can't go on I mend my pace, A?A'cos my bride is waiting home
