... All: WOE TO THOSE WHO SPURN WHAT GOODNESSES THEY ARE SHOWN NO ONE MOURNS THE WICKED... Glinda: GOOD NEWS! Crowd: NO ONE MOURNS THE WICKED! Glinda: GOOD NEWS! All: NO ONE MOURNS
mourn me? (How long will they mourn my brotha) How long will they mourn me? (I wish it woulda been another) How long will they mourn me? (How long will they mourn
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out like TV sets Into the banks of our memories (let it be) we'll never forget you Lyin on your deathbed askin for God to bless you Good mourning, good
) How long will they mourn my brother How long will they mourn me I wish it would have been another (Yeah) How long will they mourn me How long will they mourn
the lone state home My blood runs cold, I mourn Stole my sight but not my heart I miss my second home Adopted son doth mourn Mourn, yeah, yeah Be my
Wake up, it's Christmas mourn Those loved have long since gone The stockings are hung but who cares Preserved for those no longer there Six feet beneath
I'd rather be dreaming than living Living's just too hard to do It's chances, not choices Noises, not voices A day's just a thing to get through Living
still at home and watching Born in a mourning hall Pale clouds feared the unborn child Then it grew up with growing plans of suicide Born in a mourning
be back where the dark Mourne sweep down to the sea But for all his great powers he's wishful like me To be back where the dark Mourne sweep down
goodnight to the mourning son I'll say goodbye to you sleeping one Dreamer of the dream Dreamer of the dream Dreamer of the dream Say goodnight to the mourning
I just took a hand at this diggin' for gold But for all that I've found there, I might as well be In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the
're like the mourning rain I never ever have to say when I go away 'Cause you're like the mourning rain When I don't see you It reminds me of the mourning
loser Friday Friday mourning Dressed in black I won't be coming back Friday Friday mourning Dressed in black I won't be coming back Friday Friday mourning
along the cracked in floors dripping on the floor hter sits a doctor murder samurai hit numbers calling gave up all old eye shy nose on the wall a cracking
bring you back to us I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch We'll mourn, that's what we'll do We'll mourn, 'till we're with you
O Come & Mourn With Me Awhile (Our Lord Is Crucified) Words by Frederick W. Faber Music by Eric Ashley O Come and Mourn with me awhile O come near
