could outguess you? With your silhouette when the sunlight dims Into your eyes where the moonlight swims, And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns
submarine numbers On the main street of the sea The Vicar is thicker And I just can't see through to him For his cardinal sings A collection of hymns
drift away Like our endless numbered days Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made And she's chosen to believe In the hymns her
that drift away like our endless, numbered days Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her
he could outguess you? With your silhouette when the sunlight dims Into your eyes where the moonlight swims, And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns
roar of the thunder Ally of the sun and the moon... Great swordmaster rule! Between the waves of the raging sea Echoes of warcries and battle hymns The
ROAR OF THE THUNDER ALLY OF THE SUN AND THE MOON... GREAT SWORDMASTER RULE! Between the waves of the raging sea echoes of warcries and battle hymns the
will march with us forever against the hordes of the black lord for the salvation of the enchanted lands. Goodbye, brother... goodbye...!!" [Part II: The Hymn
When the glitter fades, it fades so fast What really lasts, what will the anthem be? Did we sing of rock 'n' roll? Did we sing of sacred souls? Has the
its spell It's dark and wide and deep Towards the sea it creeps I'm so glad I brought along my mandolin To play the river hymn You can ride on it or
the foaming deep, and calm amid it's rage did sleep Oh hear us when we cry to Thee, For those in peril on the sea. AMEN
Heavens rejoice and the earth will exalt Oh no, come swing back like a catapult The sea and its fullness will roar He is our help and our shield our soul
Dried up, a guitar upon my knee I should have sold out when the devil came for me I dig a hole and throw it out to sea And break the code, how happy I
glory Whom shall save us from ourselves at last Prophets tell of latter years in mourning Voices cry out warnings from the past Disciples of the Dead Sea
BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC Writer Julia Ward Howe Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the
like Rastafarians Captured, placed inside of aquariums, studied by scientists This is it, 'The Apocalypse', I see the mother ship above the cliff Over Egypt, it made me sea
he could outguess you? With your silhouette when the sunlight dims Into your eyes where the moonlight swims And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns
