play the part And each time duty calls you got to give it all You've got with all your heart When whoever's in New England through with you And Boston
And tell me when will our eyes meet? When can I touch you? When will this strong yearning end? And when will I hold you again? Time in New England
nothing I like better Just before Australia Day Than heading down the New England Highway Got my boots on, got my hat on Got my old guitar and a new
do but miss my home? oh, New England i went out west to Californ' but i missed the land where i was born i can't help it oh, New England i've
the sweet rememberance of the just shall flourish when they sleep in dust, here lyes ye remains of, here lyes ye body of, here lyes buried, the body
want to change the world I'm not looking for a new England I'm just looking for another girl I don't want to change the world I'm not looking for a new England
hair with stardust Shower her eyes with dreams Tell her we'll meet when roses bloom Kiss her with your silvery beams Dreamy old New England moon Dreamy old New England
changed And a tractor turn the earth That my grandpa and a mule had plowed up first As the memories return and my eye began to burn This ol' place has new
wake up to There'll somebody else's touch that'll send chills all over you Take it from an old friend who's walk in the same shoes You'll find somebody new
to change the world I'm not looking for a new England Are you looking for another girl? I don't want to change the world I'm not looking for a new England
tell me When will our eyes meet When can I touch you? When will this strong yearnin' end? And when will I hold you again? Time in New England took me
us near And tell me When will our eyes meet When can I touch you When will this strong yearning end And when will hold you again Time in New England took
is thin So they all protect the cage they're in Get drunk and stoned and wrecked again No tears of rage, no cries of pain Nothing ventured, nothing gained In smalltown England
Men of England, wherefore plough For the Lords who lay you low? Wherefore weave with toil and care The rich robes your tyrants wear? Wherefore feed and
This feeling inside of me Won't let me be, well it just won't go You're so much a part of me And these New England days move incredibly slow So hold
It's June and I'm still wearing my boots Come soon, back to New England With its outspread arms And lost charms I do understand New England. Brutal
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You shone out of the darkness The light in your eyes. I could not help myself I did not want to try. Like the singing of the lorelei Your voice rang
