The bells ofSt. Mary's. Ah! hear they are calling. The young loves, the true loves. Who come from the sea And so, my beloved. When red leaves are falling. The love bells shall ring out. Ring
The Bells ofSt. Mary's. Ah, hear they are calling. The young loves, the true loves. Who come from the sea. . And so my beloved. When red leaves are falling. The love bells shall ring out
The bells. OfSt. Mary's. Ah. Here they. Are calling. The young loves. And the true loves. That come. From the sea. . And so my beloved. When the red leaves. Are falling. The love bells
',. Inside the walls,. The walls of Red Wing. . As the rain rattled heavy. On the bunk-house shingles,. And the sounds in the night,. They made my ears ring. 'Til the keys of the guards. Clicked the
, the village ofSt. Bernadette Ave, ave, ave Ma-ri-a. Ave, ave, ave Ma-ri-i-ia There, like a dream, this wonderful night. I gazed at the grotto aglow in the light. A feeling divine swept over me
true. True blue. And sometimes it reminds me of you There's an old photograph of dan that I wish you could-a seen. Of him and the boys posed, standing in st. stephen's green. Ya see, they were a
true. True blue. And sometimes it reminds me of you There's an old photograph of dan that I wish you could-a seen. Of him and the boys posed, standing in st. stephen's green. Ya see, they were a
am I in?. Alan It doesn't matter, it's five o'clock somewhere!. Jimmy It's always on time for Margaritaville, come to think of it. Alan I heard that. Jimmy You've been there haven't ya?. Alan Yes sir
girl, damn right I'm your man. This night going too good, don't fall for the games. Or the he said, she said dumb *. Pre-Chorus Stephen Marley. I got a whole lot of names and a whole lot of numbers
' passato e. nun'nce pienze chi. Catar, Catar. tu nun 'o ssaje ca. fino e 'int'a na chiesa. io s' trasuto e aggiu pregato a Dio,. Catar. E ll'aggio ditto pure a 'o cunfessore. "St' a suffr pe' chella
smoke and * all day Mmmmm you can find me in St. Louie. Where the gun play ring all day (nanana). Some got jobs and some sell yea'. Others just smoke and * all day Sunday mornin, crack of dawn
