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It's one for Jo
Don't let your man go He's a dreamer darling He's even kind'a slow I don't believe the tales he tells But they're always nice to hear He's a dreamer darling Always keep him near In a white tuxedo He's remarkably cool A prince of living Who knows all the rules In a black sedan so royally He takes his love to school And no-one can reproach him No-one but a fool He's a bold sea captain In his boots and oilskin hat Struggling blindly Through seas wild and black Down the river he glides With his baby by his side And when you think of that gal How can your love hide It's one for Jo Don't let your man go He's a dreamer darling He's even kind'a slow I don't believe the tales he tells But they're always nice to hear He's a dreamer darling Always keep him near |
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Like a high stepping pony strutting and prancing
Ah she's so full of life Sparkling with tiny red roses Let there be music to please her Let it be sunbright to light up her day Let the moon light her night And fill her with deep silent sleepiness If I were a small bird so tiny I'd hide in her hair just to be near her To hear her sweet voice And feel her sweet body beside me And if I were a high lord with riches I'd clothe her in satin from India's far highlands I would shoe her in gold Then invite her to sit at my table Step out young lady a-dancing To the sound of sweet music so gaily come singing For your beauty so rare Is as fresh as a sweet Sunday morning |
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Put on your cloud stepping shoes, and dance
Shake off the lonely bad blues, take a chance Seek out and find a green jade pool Hide behind the moon Don't let the judges sing your name Remember from where you came He rolls and tumbles and he laughs, when he speaks And heaven's sweet wine brings a blush, to his cheeks Who showed him the way to live forever Longer than anyone For he stole the petals from the dying sun Fresh when the day was done Now over the seas o'r the mountains, he calls There must be a way I can stay, Lord immortal Wanna go to heaven on my flying trapeze Eat all the fruit I please Wanna drink my fill of that heavenly wine Till the judges call my time Chorus Stone monkey gather your family round And follow the sun on down |
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In the bleak midwinter,
Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone. Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago. Heaven cannot hold Him Nor earth sustain; Heaven and earth shall flee away When He comes to reign. In the bleak midwinter A stable place sufficed Father Lord, Almighty, Jesus Christ. Enough for Him, whom Cherubim Worship night and day, A breastful of milk, And a mangerful of hay; Enough for Him, whom Angels Fall down before, The ox and ass and camel Which adore. What can I give Him, Poor as I am? If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb. If I were a wise man, I would do my part; Yet what I can, I give Him Give my heart. |
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Runnin' runnin' from home,
Breakin' ties that you'd grown Catchin' dreams from the clouds The city sounds burn your soul Turn your head to the cries Of loneliness in the night Just like a fly when it's caught The spider soon takes it's prey Spins a dance round your heart Give me your beauty and age A pleasure pleasing my mind Your heart will shatter and fall Step on pavements so old Cast a glance at the young Girls a-making their way The passing image of you Reflects a pain to my heart And disappears in a crowd Runnin' runnin' from home Breakin' ties that you'd grown Catchin' dreams from the clouds |
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