Can you put a smile back on, all these faces Of all the people from such different places And if you can succeed, what then will you achieve, With a
Run, run, as fast as you can You can't catch me, I'm the Gingerbread Man You can look, look, hard as you can You can't see me, I'm the Gingerbread Man
Son said my mother when I was knee high You need of clothes to cover you and not a rag have I There's nothing in the house to make a boy's britches
Build, little weaver bird Build, little weaver bird Build, little weaver bird Happy [?] 'cross the sky Raindrops fall, weaver bird [Something]s fly [
Pagan shutters described at shrine dark stems large elephantine serpent seasnake zebra up love and deliver your good speech Of youth and perfect skin
Weaver of life, let me look and see The pattern of my life gone by, Shown on your tapestry. Just for one second, one glance upon your loom The flower
My heart was ance as blythe and free As simmer days were lang, But a bonnie westlin weaver lad Has gart me change my sang. Chorus: Tae the weaver's gin
My heart was ance as blithe and free As simmer days were lang; But a bonie, westlin weaver lad Has gart me change my sang. Chorus.-To the weaver's gin
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