Eight o'clock, nine o'clock, ten o'clock All is well for the blue jack of diamonds Each of us can find a way to be in love Can't we have the time that
All along there is love we need All you are we have ??? You have lost all sense of touch In the dark without a crutch You've arrived at the Mountains
Gloria Patria et Filio et Spiritui Sancto. Sicut erat in principio et nunc, et semper, et in saecula saeculorum. Amen.
Could we possibly see The keeper of all the keys One key to rule them, he keeps in the great hall ??? tower we call Now we beat on the drum But wary a
The night we met The night that I won't forget You see what I've been waiting for But, baby, I've been wrong before You held me tight And everything seemed
Love is but the song we sing It is the way we die You can make the mountains ring Make the angels cry Now the dove is on the wing You need not know why
Walking down the street I feel like crashing Everybody's groovy, all their eyes are flashing Do you think that this could be the time In the world behind
Spin, spin, spin my little darling Spin, spin, spin my little babe Stay in the garden; let your mind tarry Dance to the sunlight, smell the strawberry
I'll burn my fingers on my coffee pot My toast is cold, my orange juice is hot I could stop over, I'd really rather not Same thing would happen again '
Well, last month came and went and I Didn't pay the rent, well now That was pretty silly I guess But that's how much I love you baby More or less Well
Ride upon the time machine It only costs a dime, it's clean Step inside, sit down and let it happen Yes sir Don't be outside looking in You might not
The white ship has sailed and left me here again Out in the mist, I was so near again Sailing on the sea of dreams How far away it seems Sailing upon
I am a poor wayfaring stranger Travelling through this world of woe; And there's no sickness, toil, no danger In that bright land to which I go. I'm going
Oh, I'm just a country boy I've got sand all in my shoes I've got tuck in the big city Got to sing the big city blues, city blues I was standing on the
I sat in the shade of your old apple orchard I watch your big trucks rolling by now I share the grape soda with a man from Dakota I've seen a June bug
Whirling, twirling, swirling Past the night, your door Better than before Not blue moon any more Flying, flying, flying Drifting through the room Smelling
Well, it's about time for the rising sun It's about time that the deed was done A better day's coming, that's the thing I know You and me, brother, we
: [Adaptacion: Vlad Landeros] Mi nombre es Howard Phillips. Mi casa esta situada en Collage Street, 66, Providence, Rhode Island. Ignoro en que fecha
