Don't wait for me at the willow tree Love will be waiting for you The wind through the leaves plays a symphony Harmony, rhapsody too Don't bend
you up, hear your voice on the phone Say that you're mine, tell me it's true Say that my love, is still right for you 'Cause I can't fall asleep to a lullaby
Landmine fuck i'm out of time how was i to know you were gonna blow? hey gray cloud, lay off for now enough bad luck my skies are clearing up you'll
(Amy Grant and Chris Eaton) Are you far away from home This dark and lonely night Tell me what best would help To ease your mind Someone to give Direction
, Then lose you in the smoke of the cannabis Yo, the popeye crooked eye, strapped with a alibi The only MC to shoot you a lullaby Darth Vader force, of
Well, I haven't got a lot to offer Just a rhyme and a melody But I promised I'd write if it took all night A lullaby for thee CHORUS They say there
Go to sleep With closed eyes Your prophecies Won?t be fulfilled tonight When you think Of falling skies Remember there are a million ways to die Don
On the sand, by the sea I left my heart to shed my grief A vulture came begging me: - Feed me with this piece of meat! I won't give away Something I
were here I couldn't find the words to say I'll be your lullaby singer I won't let you down I promise to try and try Lullaby, lullaby Lullaby, lullaby
(by The Cure) On candystripe legs spiderman comes softly through the shadow of the evening sun stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead looking
Take a trip with me in nineteen thirteen To Calumet, Michigan in the copper country I'll take you to a place called Italian Hall And the miners are having
CHORUS: I don't need no diamond ring I don't need no Cadillac car Just want to drink my Ripple wine Down in the Lightnin' Bar Down in the Lightnin' Bar
On a long lonesome Journey I'm going Oh darling, and please don't you cry Though in shackles and chains they will take me In prison to stay till I die
I've been to wild Montana I went there in a storm My boots were Texas leather My Levis wet and torn I loved it in Montana Loved it in the storm I think
Riding on the City of New Orleans, Illinois Central Monday morning rail Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders, Three conductors and twenty-five sacks
I saw the splendor of the moonlight On Honolulu Bay There's something tender in the moonlight On Honolulu Bay And all the beaches are filled with peaches