(Nahum Tate (1652-1715), ca. 1700) While shepherds watched their flocks by night, All seated on the ground, The angel of the Lord came down, And glory
Giorni e mesi corrono veloci la strada e oscura e incerta e temo di offuscarmi non prestare orecchio alle menzogne non farti soffocare dai maligni non
Giorni e mesi corrono veloci la strada e oscura e incerta e temo di offuscarmi non prestare orecchio alle menzogne non farti soffocare dai maligni
A bunch of lonesome and very quarrelsome heroes were smoking out along the open road; the night was very dark and thick between them, each man beneath
Era feliz en su matrimonio Aunque su marido era el mismo demonio Tenia el hombre un poco de mal genio Ella se quejaba de que nunca fue tierno Desde hace
The Tallest Man on Earth - "Tangle In This Trampled Wheat" Been so many days of longing now Why should it ever be this far Where I get frightened I could
[Tido Berman] Capital sans toi p'tite On est pres d'etre bonde Pas d'animaux de compagnie Aide-moi pour descendre Gang, gang, Tchi, tchi, tchi, Dingue
It's ninety-three degrees, and the radio says a storm front's movin' in. Sure is hot. There's a double feature down at the Fox, but everybody's seen it
D - n - a (instrumental)
We're a fun bunch of guys And we come from outer space On the planet where we're from War is even fun We're a fun bunch of guys We're a fun bunch of
1. While shepherds watched their flocks by night, All seated on the ground, The angel of the Lord came down, And glory shone around. "Fear not," said
I saw your eyes And you made me smile For a little while I was falling in love I saw your eyes And you touched my mind Although it took a while I was
I walked along the avenue I never thought I'd meet a girl like you Meet a girl like you With auburn hair and tawny eyes The kind of eyes that hypnotize
Is she really going out with him? Well, there she is, let's ask her Betty, is that Jimmy's ring you're wearing? Uhm, hmm Gee, it must be great riding
As frail hinges pivot on a case's door Commemorative souvenirs from places Containers change with each occasion A cellophane encased display of paper
A bunch of lonesome and very quarrelsome heroes Were smoking out along the open road The night was very dark and thick between them Each man beneath his
You seem sad, but you're telling lies Getting lost in the shuffle of alibis Seasons change, so do you, so do I Where do I go? Looking back on indiscretion