had a baby it wasn't any sin They were set to marry on a summer day Bobby got scared and he ran away Jane moved in with her ma out on Shawnee Lake
Passed in golden swarms the ahmo, Passed the bees, the honey-makers, Burning, singing in the sunshine. Bright above him shone the heavens, Level spread the lake
neighbouring forest Passed in golden swams, the ahmo Passed the bees, the honey-makers Burning, singing in the sunshine Bright above him shone the heavens Level spread the lake
Neighbouring Forest Passed In Golden Swams, The Ahmo Passed The Bees, The Honey-Makers Burning, Singing In The Sunshine Bright Above Him Shone The Heavens Level Spread The Lake
with pain Sir Mordred, the evil knight His misery is sad like the rain In the mists of Avalon The lady of the lake is dancing Old knowledge are hiding
north wind in your hair You're looking out over the restless sea all you ever seem to do is stare Over there beyond the white-flecked waves and the mist
When twilight gives way to warming beams of the upcoming dawn I hover with freedom Over open surfaces of lakes With coming of early evening when sun
agleam, The moon slips 'neath the darkening sea, The trees sing enthralling chants as the old gods dream... As a black moon broods over Lemuria, Ebon
agleam, The moon slips 'neath the darkening sea, The trees sing enthralling chants as the old gods dream... As a black moon broods over lemuria, Ebon
On Satur(n)days we used to sleep all motionless and still ...-While shrouded in an oppressive gloom we're handed over to the dream. A sleep so dark, this
Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp Of the naiad neath the silvered lake When waters stirred lay silent Mistress let the mists descend Thy tears cannot
Basked in glory, flew To lakes in sacred altitudes Sweet haunting music swathed the breeze With curling tongues that lapped His lead As through thick mountain mist
of my soul Though how could I regret such a deep love for this woman Beyond the mist I have seen walls And Death's face over her shoulder Beyond the
the frame of the wilderness) The dusk descends and sadly entwines the shades, in the pale moonlight, full of whispers Over the forest (creeping) mist
his spears The Thunder spoke with roar His arms arose like waves Into holy Ánar lake "As I have took ten lives, one gifted-one I'll make!" He looked over
I be the man ya like, To hand the mic, So I can make a dollar, and make ya holler. I never fake a scholar Dumpin' rappers in a lake of water. I proceed
Beijing Came just before the Fall There was no summer at all In Tiananmen Square China... China There's peace in the emerald fields, there's mist upon the lakes
churns the heather! A swirling mantle of mist-magic swathes us, powerful spells woven by the fen-witches of the great mere... Deep night and moon-mist