Tu me dis, Leon, qu'il faut que je t'oublie, Parce que dans quelques jours, tu vas te marier. Ce qu'tu demandes la, Mais c'est de la folie, Car il y a
taking over We're out of control again It's more like Barbarella, Barbarella It's not like the old 50's glamour It's more like Barbarella, Barbarella
She sat down below a thorn Fine flowers in the valley And there she's kissed her babe newborn And the green leaves they grow rarely "Smile na sae sweet
He's a fireman He will light up my sky My bridges are burning I need to be turning Away from the fire in his eyes He's a fireman He's a pilot He will
The question that you never asked demanded no reply To be there was the truth, to say it was the lie And grateful was the giver for the gift of you and
For more than seven years the king he staid Into the land of Spain, And seven years True Thomas was His daughter's chamberlain. 'What aileth you, my
First time I saw you I knew what I wanted I had to sing the song for you First time you touched me it all came together And here we are, music forever
Doon Coolin's face the night is sailing, The banshee croons her note of wailing; My blue eyen wi' sorrow are streaming, For I noo will never return MacCrimmon
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more No I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more But I wake up in the morning, hold my hands and pary for rain
Oh what's the matter with you my lass And where's your dashing Jimmy The soldier boys have picked him up And sent him far, far from me Last payday he
Try to find the rhyme and reason But time and the seasons just fade away And you're flying blind with French high heels on And high ideals on As you
Close your eyes now our little girl They don't want to hear you cryin' You never had a chance, you never had a chance It's a great big dirty world If
Out along the urban clearway Sending him the road he came Mayve he'll be someone someday Everyone will know his name Even if he learns the hard way Maybe
Sleep, oh babe, for the red bee hums the silent twilight fall Ee val from the grey rock comes to wrap the world in thrall A lyan van oh, my child, my
Oh where shall I gae seek my bread and where shall I gae wander And where shall I gae hide my head, for here I'll bide nae langer The seas may row, the
Down in yon valley there was a fine wedding Oh, but the bride she had proved to be unkind When looking back on their bygone lover Her former true lover
Oh, I am come to the low countrie Och on, och on, och rie! Without a penny in my purse To buy a meal to me It was na sae in the Highland hills Och on