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Gold and silver is the autumn. Soft and gentle are her skies. Yes I know, are the answers. Written in my true love's eyes. Autumn's leaving, winter's coming. I think that I'll be moving on
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Gold and silver is the autumn. Soft and gentle are her skies. Yes I know, are the answers. Written in my true love's eyes. Autumn's leaving, winter's coming. I think that I'll be moving on
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Gold and silver is the autumn. Soft and gentle are her skies. Yes I know, are the answers. Written in my true love's eyes. Autumn's leaving, winter's coming. I think that I'll be moving on
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Gold and silver is the autumn. Soft and gentle are her skies. Yes I know, are the answers. Written in my true love's eyes. Autumn's leaving, winter's coming. I think that I'll be moving on
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I can't believe that it's so cold. And there ain't been no snow. The sound of music it comes to me. From every place I go. Sunday morning, there's no one in church. But the clergy's chosen man
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They've passed me by, many years,. And I did turn well away. To give and lose love. And still no word had I to say,. Not to anyone. . Now I see. How I could speak honestly. But when you're
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Bring back the king to his throne,. And the smile may return to the queen. How can she rule on her own,. When the glory of what might have been is all she feels?. The fire still burns in the
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I wish I knew you were to stay. I know too well why I feel this way. It's just that I can plainly see. That I need you and you need me. I'll stay with you while the days go past. Live for today
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By Sandy Denny. You. F. O. Music, Inc. (C) 1972). . The young man rose his pretty face,. All for to feel the salty spray. When storms are mustering they say. I'll come and take you all away
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I can't believe that it's so cold. And there ain't been no snow. The sound of music it comes to me. From every place I go. Sunday morning, there's no one in church. But the clergy's chosen man
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Bring back the king to his throne,. And the smile may return to the queen. How can she rule on her own,. When the glory of what might have been is all she feels?. The fire still burns in the
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I can't believe that it's so cold. And there ain't been no snow. The sound of music it comes to me. From every place I go. Sunday morning, there's no one in church. But the clergy's chosen man
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Lyrics (sandy denny version) Catch a boat to england baby. Maybe to spain. Whereever I have gone. Whereever I've been and gone. Whereever I have gone. The blues are all the same Send out for
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Bring back the king to his throne,. And the smile may return to the queen. How can she rule on her own,. When the glory of what might have been is all she feels?. The fire still burns in the
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I can't believe that it's so cold. And there ain't been no snow. The sound of music it comes to me. From every place I go. Sunday morning, there's no one in church. But the clergy's chosen man
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The summertime's escaping and the carnival's away. And the sunshine is awaiting for another sunny day. Breakers whisper to the shells upon the shore And hear the seagulls they cry for more. And
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One evening fair I took the air. Down by blackwaterside. 'twas gazing all around me. When the irish lad I spied All through the first part of that night. We did lie in sport and play,. When this
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many. He stole sixteen of the king's royal deer. And he sold them in boeny. '' ''go saddle me my milk white steed. Go saddle me my pony. That I may ride to london's courts. To plead for the life of
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Polly, pretty polly, come go along with me. Polly, pretty polly, come go along with me. Before we get married some pleasure to see She got up behind him and away they did ride. She got up behind
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"The lady, she had a silver tongue. For to sing", She said. And maybe that's all. Wait for the dawn and we will have that song. When it ends it will seem that we hear silence fall "The lady she
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,. Crying the hours into years. . Come, lend your time to me,. And you will know that you are free. And when you look at me,. Don't think you're owning what you see,. For remember that you're free
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,. Crying the hours into years. . Come, lend your time to me,. And you will know that you are free. And when you look at me,. Don't think you're owning what you see,. For remember that you're free
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Good morning, good afternoon,. And what have you got to say?. Well I'm waiting, but I can't stay long,. It's such a lovely day. There's a time to be talking. And a time when it's no use. Right
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One evening fair I took the air. Down by blackwaterside. 'twas gazing all around me. When the irish lad I spied. . All through the first part of that night. We did lie in sport and play,. When
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Travelin' down that coaltown road,. Listen to my rubber tires whine;. Goodbye to buckeye and white sycamore,. I'm leavin' you behind. I've been a coal miner all my life. Layin' down track in the
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. I haven't had no boots to wear. Or any loot to spare for days and days I've traveled more than forty miles today. I must have grown some wings. It's strange how time just seems to fly away. I
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' the holy. This train is bound for glory, this train. This train goes down the track, this train,. This train goes down the track, this train,. This train goes down the track,. And once you're on
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Everybody else has gone. But you're still here with me. All the world is sleeping by and by. Through the windowpane The frosted light is streaming in. Full moon sailing high across the sky
