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| 5:34 | 
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Silver gray hair Neatly combed in place There were four generations Of love on her face She was so wise No surprise passed her eyes She's seen it all I was a child oh About three or four All day I'd ask questions At night I'd ask more But whenever she never Would ever turn me away No no oh I'd say how can I be sure What is right or wrong And why does What I want Always take so long Please tell me Where does God live And why won't He talk to me i'd say Grandma What is love Will I ever find out Why are we so poor What is life about I wanna know the answers Before I fall off to sleep Woah ho woah ho She saw the smile As she tucked me in Then she pulled up that Old rockin' chair once again But tonight she was Slightly remarkably Different somehow Slowly she rocked Lookin' half asleep Grandma yawned As she stretched Then she started to speak What she told me Would mould me and hold me Together inside Yeah yeah yeah yeah She said all the things you ask You will know someday But you have got to live In a patient way God put us here by fate And by fate that means Better days She said child we are all Moons in the dark of night Ain't no mornings gonna come Till the time is right Can't get no better days lest You make it through the night You gotta make it Through the night Yes you do You can't get to no Better days Unless you make it Through the night Oh ho you will see Those better days But you gotta be patient Be patient oh baby Be patient Later that year at The turn of spring Heaven sent angels down And gave Grandma her wings Now she's flyin' And slidin and glidin' In better days And although I'm all grown up I still get confused I stumble through the dark Getting bumped and bruised When night gets in my way I could still hear My Grandma say I can hear her say I can hear her sayin' You can't get to no Better days Unless you make it Through the night baby Oh ho you will see Those better days But you gotta be patient Child do you hear me yeah Well well well well You can't get to no no Better days Unless you make it You got to make it You got to make it You got to make it Through the night Oh Grandma oh Grandma Do you see me now lady Oh oh oh oh oh |
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| 4:28 | 
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| 6:19 |
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| 3:24 |
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| 5. |
| 5:24 |
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| 6. |
| 4:50 |
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| 7. |
| 4:40 |
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| 8. |
| 7:31 |
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Love for sale
Appetizing young love for sale Love that's fresh and still unspoiled Love that's only slightly soiled Love for sale Who will buy? Who would like to sample my supply? Who's prepared to pay the price for a trip to paradise? Oh love for sale Let the poets pipe of love in their childish way You see I know every type of love better far than they And if you want the thrill of love I've been through the middle of love Old love New love Every love but true love Oh love for sale I'm advertising young love for sale If you want to try my wares Follow me and climb the stairs Love for sale Let the poets pipe of love in their childish way You see I know every type of love better far than they If you want the thrill of love I've been through the middle of love Old love New love Every love but true love Oh love for sale I'm advertising young love for sale If you want to try my wares Follow me and climb the stairs Oh love oh love my love young love For sale |
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| 9. |
| 5:44 |
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Dream of a land my soul is from
I hear a hand stroke on a drum Elegant boy Beautiful girl Dancing for joy Elegant whirl Shades of delight Cocoa hue Rich as the night Afro blue Two young lovers dance face to face With undulating grace They gently sway Then slip away To some secluded place Shades of delight Cocoa hue Rich as the night Afro blue Whispering trees Echo their sighs Passionate pleas Tender replies Lovers in flight Upward they glide Burst at the height Slowly subside Shades of delight Cocoa hue Rich as the night Afro blue And my slumbering fantasy assumes reality Until it seems it's not a dream The two are you and me Shades of delight Cocoa hue Rich as the night Afro blue Oh shades of delight Cocoa hue Rich as the night Afro blue |
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| 10. |
| 7:35 |
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[Incomprehensible]
It's coming on Christmas They're cutting down trees Putting up reindeer Singing songs of joy and peace Oh I wish I had a river, I could skate away on But it don't snow here, it stays pretty green I'm gonna make a lot of money Then I'm gonna quit this crazy scene I wish I had a river, I could skate away on I wish I had a river so long, I'd teach my feet to fly Wish I had a river, I could skate away on I made my baby cry, he tried hard to please me You know, he put me at ease And he loved me so naughty Made me weak in the knees I need a river, I could skate away on You see I'm so hard to handle I'm selfish and I'm sad Now I've lost the best baby that I, that I ever had Oh, I wish I had a river, I could skate away on Wish I had a river so long, I'd teach my feet to fly Oh, oh oh wish I had a river, I could skate away on My baby said goodbye [Incomprehensible] Oh oh [Incomprehensible] It's coming on Christmas They're cutting down trees Putting up reindeer Singing songs of joy and peace I need a river, I could skate away on Oh Oh oh Oh oh oh |
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| 11. |
| 4:42 |
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| 12. |
| 5:57 |
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Look at me, I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree and I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud I can't undestand I get misty just holding your hand Walk my way and a thousand violins begin to play or it might be the sound of your hello that music I hear, I get misty the moment you're near You can say that you're leading me on But it's just what I want you to do Don't you notice how hopeless I'm lost That's why I'm following you On my own, would I wander through This wonderland alone Never knowing My right foot from my left My hat from my glove, I'm too misty and too much in love - 간 주 중 - You can say that you're leading me on But it's just what I want you to do Don't you notice how hopeless I'm lost That's why I'm following you On my own, world I wander through This wonderland alone Never knowing My right foot from my left My hat from my glove, I'm too misty and too much in love Look at me |
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| 5:24 |
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