Feast on meat Drenched in blood Denial of Christ Loyal towards each other Together in DEATH Dwelling around in the Fields of Flanders At night they ride
Saturday Morning The Sun Is High So I Can Underline All Of My Hopes To Get Out From My Tears So I, I Can Brighten Will Be Sunshine In Me I'm Living
Saturday morning the sun is high so i can underlineall my hopes to get out from my tearsso I, I can brighten..Will be sunshine in me?
I get away from loneliness I try to come out from emptiness I get away from my crazy mind To think in ordinary way (and) I think.. All is by my side
Will ye go tae Flanders, my Mally O? Will ye go tae Flanders, my Mally O? We'll get wine and brandy, Sac and sugar candy, Will ye go tae Flanders, my
's Flanders and he's really really lame Flanders tried to wreck my song His views on birth control are wrong I hate his guts and Flanders is his name
Flanders, Young Jimmy-o? Oh will ye go tae Flanders, Young Jimmy-o? There you'll get wine and brandy And medals find and dandy, O will ye go to Flanders
on meat Drenched in blood Denial of Christ Loyal towards each other Together in DEATH Dwelling around in the Fields of Flanders At night they ride...
In flanders fields far away i lost my love one day
Saturday morning the sun is high so i can underlineall my hopes to get out from my tearsso I, I can brighten..Will be sunshine in me?I
Saturday Morning The Sun Is High So I Can Underline All Of My Hopes To Get Out From My Tears So I, I Can Brighten Will Be Sunshine In Me I'm Living A
I once had a whim and I had to obey it To buy a French Horn in a second-hand shop; I polished it up and I started to play it In spite of the neighbours
I was taking compass bearings for the Ordinance Survey On an army training camp on Salisbury plain, I had packed up my theodolite, was calling it a
Consider the Chameleon, he colours himself and his opinions by the company he's in. In Belfast, he's an Orangeman, the shade is quite ephemeral, Directly
She was young, she was pure, She was new, she was nice, She was fair, she was sweet seventeen. He was old, he was vile, And no stranger to vice, He was
