m living right in the midst of a fire pit The gang banging and the violence is the sweetest song In a room with the heart of a violin Don't violate my
done Ain't enough money here, I ratha be in the tropics Wit Corsicans where narcotics is the only topic Persian rocks and things the man that made of snow
a dream of Hungarian lanterns In the mist of some sweet afternoon And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow All your sheep and your lilies of snow
Ten Strings of darkness on a violin sad I watch the mountains where the frost began The northern storm is guiding me To the forest Silently the night
would What's that great big expensive Orchestra waiting for over there? Oh, boy, I'm sure glad they don't belong to Alvin, Alvin, say something, Alvin (Everybody ready Violins
violins And the world breaks out in silly grins Then I fly to the stars up above So I'm afraid this must be love You like the sun, dear, I prefer snow
Love was like a violin, playing soft and low In your heart you held the strings, in my heart the bow Together we made soft sweet music, together we believed
the sound Of their wings slowly heave as they fly away Some will stay for days There's maps in her wrists and arms And the dust lies like snow around
tame a heart so wild like a jungle drum it beats Were you born a devil child with the restless gypsy feet Gypsy feet keep dancing to the tune of violin
I met her in old Monterey on a night that was filled with romance We listened to violins play sweet music that held us entranced I knew you were mine
Why do robins sing in December Long before the springtime is due? And even though it's snowing, violets are growing I know why and so do you Why do breezes
dream of Hungarian lanterns In the mist of some sweet afternoon And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow All your sheep and your lilies of snow
Music by Harry Warren, Lyric by Mark Gordon Why do robins sing in December? Long before the Springtime is due? And even though it's snowing, violets
refiller, rapper killer, still the illest is Illmatic Magic or voodoo spell caster Bring you to Hell faster Rock Star status 5 star hotel trasher Devil in a blizzard That makes snow
done Ain't enough money here I ratha be in the tropics Wit cau-si-cans when narcotics is the only topic Persian rocks and things the man that made of snow
Ten strings of darkness on a violin sad I watch the mountains where the frost begins The northern storm is guiding me To the forest Silently the nightbirds
[february 93] Ten Strings of Darkness on a Violin Sad I watch the Mountains where the Frost begins The Northern Storm is Guiding me To the Forest Silently