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| 2:39 | 
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| 2. |
| 3:06 |
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| 3. |
| 4:25 | 
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When you're feeling lonesome
l'Il tell you what you do Pick up the phone and tell me Don't be alone and blue Pick up the phone and call me l'Il come running straight to you It you're looking for love I've got a cure for the lonesome blues. When the sky above you Is cloudy and grey Pick up the phone and call me I'll brighten up your day Pick up the phone and call me, honey I'll come running straight to you It you're looking for love I've got a cure for the lonesome blues. Morning brings the sunshine Night-time brings the blues l can bring you lovin' Honey you can't lose Pick up the phone and call me I'll come running straight to you If you're looking for love I've got a cure for the lonesome blues. When you're feeling lonesome I'll tell you what you do Pick up the phone and tell me, honey Don't be alone and blue Pick up the phone and call me I'll come running straight to you If you're looking for love I've got a cure for the lonesome blues |
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| 4. |
| 5:26 |
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Crimson moon
In the early morning Blue black sky Tell me why If she loves me My baby drives me wild Like a little child She's standing on the edge, she wants to learn to swim She looks in the water but she won't dive in Crimson moon Tell me why She's like a new spring flower Come out to play In a gray day in autumn She brightens up the day But does she know that winter's coming? Jack Frost in on his way You've got to hide little girl from his icy stare Run back to the sunshine he won't catch you there Run little girl run Crimson moon In the early morning Blue black sky Tell her I love her She will listen to you Tell her she can hear the heartbeat of an dragonfly In full flight Taste the spring water of a mountain stream And feel the burning kiss of a lover's dream Tell her I love her She will listen to you Tell her I love her She will know that it's true |
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| 5. |
| 3:52 |
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| 6. |
| 4:59 |
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| 7. |
| 4:14 |
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| 8. |
| 3:47 |
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| 9. |
| 2:59 |
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| 10. |
| 1:34 |
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| 11. |
| 7:49 |
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| 12. |
| 2:58 |
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The first time ever I saw your face,
I thought the sun rose in your eyes, and the moon and stars were the gifts you gave, To the dark and empty skies my love, Dark and empty skies. The first time ever I kissed your lips I felt the earth move in my hand, Like the trembling heart of a captive bird That was there at my command, my love, That was there at my command. The first time ever I lay with you I felt your heart beat close to mine, And I knew our joy would fill the earth And would last till the end of time, my love, And would last till the end of time. The first time ever I saw your face, I thought the sun rose in your eyes, and the moon and stars were the gifts you gave, To the dark and empty skies my love, Dark and empty skies. |
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| 3:30 |
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Oh the January man,
He walks the road in woollen coat And boots of leather; The February man still shakes the snow from off his hair And blows his hands; Oh the man of March, he sees the spring And wonders what the year will bring, And hopes for better weather. Through April rain the man Goes down to watch the birds come in To share the summer; The man of May stands very still Watching the children dance away the day; In June the man inside the man Is young and wants to lend a hand, And grins at each new colour. And in July the man, In cotton shirt, he sits and thinks Of being idle; The August man in thousands takes the road To watch the sea and find the sun; September man is standing near To saddle up and leave the year, And autumn is his bridle. And the man of new October Takes the reins, and early frost Is on his shoulders; The poor November man sees fire and rain and snow and mist And a winter gale; December man looks through the snow To let eleven brothers know They're all a little older. And the January man Comes round again in woollen clothes, And boots of leather, To take another turn and walk along the icy road He knows so well; Oh the January man is here For starting each and every year Along the road forever. |
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| 14. |
| 3:56 |
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| 15. |
| 3:01 |
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| 16. |
| 3:13 |
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I once thought I did know all about it
Since the rain falls, the wind blows and the sun shines Don't you know that your creator is a'running out of ideas? I know that I might die from poison Invisible hanging there in the sunlight And don't you know that your creator is a'running out of ideas? If I was you I'd be friendly to your neighbour Be glad that he don't want to be your enemy For don't you know that your creator is a'running out of ideas? |
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| 2:17 |
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| 18. |
| 3:42 |
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One morning fair I took the air
Down by Blackwater side 'twas in gazing all, all around me The Irish lad I spied All through the far part of the night We lay in sport and play Till this young man arose and gathered his clothes Saying fare-thee-well today That's not the promise that you gave to me When first you lay on my breast You could make me believe with your lying tongue That the sun rose in the West Well then go home to your father's garden Go home and weep your fill And think on your own misfortune That you've brought with your wanton will |
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| 3:30 |
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| 20. |
| 2:21 |
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Runnin' runnin' from home,
Breakin' ties that you'd grown Catchin' dreams from the clouds The city sounds burn your soul Turn your head to the cries Of loneliness in the night Just like a fly when it's caught The spider soon takes it's prey Spins a dance round your heart Give me your beauty and age A pleasure pleasing my mind Your heart will shatter and fall Step on pavements so old Cast a glance at the young Girls a-making their way The passing image of you Reflects a pain to my heart And disappears in a crowd Runnin' runnin' from home Breakin' ties that you'd grown Catchin' dreams from the clouds |
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| 3:12 |
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