my world, found my world in you But your love just hasn't proved true I'm twenty miles out of town and Cold Irons bound Twenty miles out of town, Cold Irons
, found my world in you But your love just hasn't proved true I'm twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound Twenty miles out of town in cold irons
a Taza Si t'as d'ca remarque on ira mais comme pour l'moment t'en n'as pas nous n'irons pas plus a Taza Que nous n'irons a Calcutta J'aurais pourtant
Laisse-moi te conter ferme un instant les yeux Nous irons par la route embrasser l'Italie Nous irons par nos coeurs froler le merveilleux Nous irons
Nous n'irons plus au bois Les lauriers sont coupes La belle que voila Ira les ramasser Nous n'irons plus a la fete Le vent l'a toute emportee Y a plus
(R. Dyer-Bennett, L. Byron) So we'll go no more a-roving So late into the night Though the heart be still as loving And the moon be still as bright
beau S'il ne pleut pas de trop Nous irons a Sligo Sur mon bateau S'il fait beau S'il ne pleut pas de trop Nous irons a Sligo Sur mon bateau S'il fait
si l'amour est au combat Je n'irai pas, je n'irai pas Cueillir la fleur Au fond des bois (Et si l'amour est au combat Nous n'irons pas, Nous n'irons
Love's fever comin' on strong I don't want the fire without the flame, no Mother Nature gave me two hands to hold you I'm not talkin' pressures or material
Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah I remember back in school, when I first laid my eyes on you I saw your smile and knew right then and there You reached out and touched
, hear me Sometimes life gets so hard With you as my desire Spirit's gonna build me higher I've got to keep my irons in the fire Got to keep my irons
Morning whispers to me unaware I awake to fingers floating softly through my hair Paradise this feeling being lost inside of you An adventure in the raw
I can give you all you need A love that's guaranteed on a silver platter I can fill your hopes and dreams of each and every hour And make your nightmares
What do we do now, honey Now that we know how to love Shall we start again remembering Now that we've played the game Now that we've changed the name
You got me locked up in chains You got me locked up in chains Sometimes I don't know my name Sometimes I don't know my name You got me locked up in chains
I am reminded at this point of a fellow I used to know who's name was henry, only to give you an idea of what an individualist he was he spelt it hen3
First season alone Drinking dirty water Forced out of her home No rich man's daughter Now she braves the cold But fears the loneliness I don't blame her
