I, I was the lonely one Wondering what went wrong Why love had gone And left me lonely I, I was so confused Feeling like I'd just been used Then you
Quien te ama como yo cosita linda? Ay Dios si te casas te llevaras mi vida Es como un fin de una novela Nuestra historia la mas bella Dime que esta ceremonia
And did those feet in ancient times Walk upon England's mountains green? Was the Holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen? And did the countenance
Bring the toys out for the boys Let the children make their noise See the monsters in their metal cages Turn the lights down in your soul Cut the power
A 100 years of toil and pain To pull a stone upright again Uproot from its mountain home Taken to this sacred circle Is there a secret in the stone?
Wash away the blackness with the silver rain Don't turn away, don't turn away Wash away the blackness with the silver rain Don't turn away, don't try
Two kids get married, same old thing Folks congratulate you, church bells ring Who's got the ring, who's gonna pay the priest Get your name in the paper
I'm over and in To go to pieces in a single file each piece marching merrily off to war and wedding I'm sweeping away the broken pieces clearing space
THERE WASN'T AN ORGAN AT OUR WEDDING (Leon Payne) « © '52 Acuff-Rose Music » There wasn't an organ at our wedding The month was August
Herman: Tomorrow when you say "I do" I'll die, I'm almost too ashamed to tell you why... I love to cry at weddings, How I love to cry at weddings I walk
on these cold nights the silence never helps it's just a wake up call, a wake up fall and i should've braced myself but what fun would that have been
Scared straight from my heart The way you fake your love in the dark I wanna face the truth Bright from the start It won't do much good If we're worlds
People running scared It's cold out there There's nowhere for them to go Someone will have to show on a cold night If there was a guiding angel right
Certe notti la macchina e' calda e dove ti porta lo decide lei Certe notti la strada non conta quello che conta e' sentire che vai Certe notti la
One more year and I'll be heading out on my own, leaving friends and the place that I cal home. I don't wanna go. I just need to know that I can come
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One more year, and i'll be heading out on my own, leaving friends and the place that i call home. i don't wanna go. i just need to know that i can come
Certe Notti la macchina e calda e dove ti porta lo decide lei. Certe notti la strada non conta e quello che conta e sentire che vai. Certe notti la radio