(Harrison) Why are you still crying Your pain is now through Please forget those teardrops Let me take them from you The love you are blessed with This
We are not like all the rest You can see us any day of the week Oh come around, sit down, take a sniff, fall asleep Baby, you don't have to speak I'd
What if I came knocking on your front door some night Would you open the window and drop me down the key? And what if I came knocking on your bedpost
Her glasses fell on the grass, they were reflected in the lens Though short-sighted, she knew that they could never be friends And as he pulled her down
One look and you know what?s coming Storm cloud is moving in Ain?t no use in running Just take it like a man Oh, Lord, what have you started Cold front
the Lord Old John the baptist, old John divine Frogs and snakes are gonna get John this time God told the angel "go see about John" So he flew from
While digesting Reader?s Digest In the back of a dirty book store A plastic flag with gum on the back Fell out on the floor. Well,I picked it up and
While digesting Reader's Digest in the back of a dirty book store A plastic flag, with gum on the back fell out on the floor Well, I picked it up and
Almost heaven, West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River. Life is old there, older than the trees, younger than the mountains growin' like
What if I came knocking On your front door some night? Would you open the window And drop me down the key? What if I came knocking On your bedpost that
There's a light on in your window There's a shadow on the street Two silhouettes tell me it's over The shadow knows that shadow's me I won't crawl I
If you feel that it's real I'm on trial And I'm here in your prison Like a coin in your mint I am dented and I'm spent with high treason Through a glass
made a solemn vow, John Barleycorn would die They've ploughed, they've sown, they've harrowed, thrown clods upon his head Till these three men were satisfied John
use a cripple (Chorus) John Lee, you're turning around your plate again Oh, John Lee John Lee, you're turning around your plate again Oh, John Lee John
Oh, babe I wonder, just how we ever got so far apart And it seems like just the other day we were happy Holdin' hands in the dark Here I'm standin' out
JOHN HENRY (Traditional) « © '52 Silvehill Music » John Henry was a little bitty boy sittin' on his mommy's knee When he picked up a
is lost for now To a muted trumpeter swan (Michael, Michael) Columnated ruins Domino Canvass the town And brush the backdrop Are you sleepin', Brother John
Si nous sommes morts avec lui, avec lui nous vivrons. Si nous supportons l'epreuve, avec lui nous regnerons. Si nous le rejetons, lui aussi nous rejettera. 2 Timoteo 2,11-12 Port