me in these dreams I don't know what you've been told There's a better life on the other shore I should be with you I will be with you
lace your hands round the small of my back and I will kiss you like a king I will be your bride, I'll keep you warm at night I will sing, I will sing
child Mother death is your bride If you listen her song you will follow So better beware Let your senses take care Your innocent mind will be hallowed
I'm looking at you, girl I must have you [Sample of someone talking] Cause you're the one You are the unspoiled virgin bride You are the blonde canvas
crumble I saw your eyes, I wiped your tears, I waited for you... Who do you see with your eyes shut tight? Regret will be your bride Goodbye... Do you
how much further I can go Tomorrow night, tomorrow night... I can't believe what I'll presume to be Tomorrow night, I'm not the bride but I'm the groom
be married and she replies: [Fanny:] I'm Sadie, Sadie, married lady, Bow when I go by. I'm a corporation now, Not me, myself and I. Oh how that marriage
the college. Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain That could hold you dear lady from going insane That could ease you and cool you and cease
the college Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain That could hold you dear lady from going insane That could ease you and cool you and cease
go with me, my pretty little miss, Come and go with me, my honey, Take you where the grass grows green, You never will want for money You never will want
big roar, Uh-huh. 3. Said, "Miss Mouse, are you within?" Uh-huh, Said he, "Miss Mouse, are you within?" Uh-huh, Said, "Miss Mouse, are you within?" "Yes, kind sir, I
You will never leave Harlan alive Oh, my granddad's dad walked down Katahrins Mountain And he asked Tillie Helton to be his bride Said, won't you walk with
the game Her eyes were filled with pride and slowly she replied Soon enough you'll be a very pretty bride [Chorus] Mama, will the hurt go away deep inside When I
drinking whiskey and rye, Singing this will be the day that I die, This will be the day that I die; Did you write the Book of Love, And do you have
