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Hushabye, don't you cry
Go to sleep, my little baby When you wake, you shall have All the pretty little ponies In your bed, Mama said Baby's riding off to dreamland One by one, they've begun Dance and prance for little baby Blacks and bays, dapples and greys Running in the night When you wake, you shall have All the pretty little ponies Can you see the little ponies Dance before your eyes? All the pretty little ponies Will be there when you arise Can you see the little ponies Shinin' before your eyes? All the pretty little ponies Gonna be there when you arise Hushabye, don't you cry Go to sleep, my little baby When you wake, you shall have All the pretty little ponies All the pretty little ponies All the pretty little ponies |
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Christopher Robin and I walked along
under branches lit up by the moon Posing our questions to Owl and Eeyore as our days disappeared all too soon But I've wandered much further today than I should and I can't seem to find my way back to the wood, so Chorus: Help me if you can, I've got to get back to the house at Pooh Corner by one You'd be surprised there's so much to be done Count all the bees in the hive, chase all the clouds from the sky (Chase the clouds away) Back to the days of Christopher Robin and Pooh Winnie the Pooh doesn't know what to do, got a hunny jar stuck on his nose He came to me asking help and advice and from here no one knows where he goes So I sent him to ask of the Owl if he's there, how to loosen a jar from the nose of a bear (chorus) It's hard to explain how a few precious things seem to follow throughout all our lives After all said and done I was watching my son, sleeping there with my bear by his side So I tucked him in, I kissed him, and as I was going, I swear that old bear whispered "boy welcome home" Believe me if you can I've finally come back to the house at Pooh Corner by one What do you know, there's so much to be done Count all the bees in the hive, chase all the clouds from the sky (Chase the clouds away) Back to the days of Christopher Robin (Back to the days) Back to the ways of Christopher Robin (Back to the ways) Back to the days of Pooh |
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When the last eagle flies over the last crumbling mountain
and the last lion roars at the last dusty fountain in the shadow of the forest, though she may be old and worn they will stare unbelieving at the Last Unicorn When the first breath of winter through the flowers is icing, and you look to the north and a pale moon is rising and it seems like all is dying and would leave the world to mourn; in the distance hear her laughter it's the Last Unicorn I'm alive....... I'm alive When the last moon is cast over the last star of morning and the future has passed without even a last desparate warning look into the sky where through the clouds a path is torn look and see her how she shimmers, it's the Last Unicorn I'm alive... I'm alive... I'm alive!!! |
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We will fly way up high
Where the cool winds blow Or in the sun laughing having fun With all the people that we know If the situation should keep us separated I know the world won't fall apart You will free the beautiful bird Caught inside your heart Can you see her oh she flies so proud Cast her wild wings over water and cloud That's the way it's gonna be little darling You'll go riding on the horses Way up to the sky little darling If you fall I'll pick you up, pick you up You will grow until you go I'll be right there by your side And even then a whisper the wind And she will carry up your life I hear all the people of the world In my one bird's lonely cry I see them trying every way they know how To make their spirits fly Can you see her moonlight in her eye Coming from under my wing You were born to fly That's the way it's gonna be, little darling You'll go riding on the horses Way up to the sky little darling If you fall I'll pick you up, pick you up |
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Love is real, real is love
Love is feeling, feeling love Love is wanting to be loved. Love is touch, touch is love Love is reaching, reaching love Love is asking to be loved Love is you You and me Love is knowing You can be Love is free, free is love Love is living, living, living love Love is needing to be loved. Love is you You and me Love is wanting To be free Love is knowing You will be. |
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Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral
Too-ra-loo-ra-li Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral Hush now, don't you cry Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral Too-ra-loo-ra-li Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral That's an Irish lullaby Over in Killarney, many years ago My mother sang a song to me in tones so soft and low Just a simple little ditty in her good old Irish way And I'd give the world if I could hear that song of hers Today Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral Too-ra-loo-ra-li Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral Hush now, don't you cry Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral Too-ra-loo-ra-li Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral That's an Irish lullaby |
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