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Simon Garfunkel Wednesday Morning 3 A M

he did Talkin' about a man from Galilee Yes he did, yes he did My Lord spoke, he spoke to me Yes he did, yes he did Talkin' about a man from Galilee

Go tell it on the mountain Jesus Christ is born Down in a lonely manger The humble Christ was born And God sent salvation That blessed Christmas morn

a crime, I've broken the law For twenty-five dollars and pieces of silver I held up and robbed a hard liquor store My life seems unreal, my crime an illusion A

Faneri-o Our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove And they called her name pretty Peggy-o Come a-runnin' down the stairs, pretty Peggy-o Come a

of cobblestone 'Neath the halo of a street lamp I turn my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That

He was my brother Five years older than I He was my brother Twenty-three years old the day he died Freedom writer They cursed my brother to his

seems unreal, my crime an illusion A scene badly written in which I must play Yet I know as I gaze at my young love beside me The morning is just a

Traduzione: Simon and Garfunkel. Mercoledì mattina, 03:00.

seems unreal, my crime an illusion A scene badly written in which I must play Yet I know as I gaze at my young love beside me The morning is just a