-
By Jane Siberry, Tiny dot, strand of sand
Waves that sigh beneath the hand
I
-
By Jane Siberry, Would you believe me if I said that you're the
-
By Jane Siberry, I'm walkin' down the corridor
Of the seventh floor of the
-
By Jane Siberry, Someone's mother falls to the sidewalk
On the next street someone
-
By Jane Siberry, Winter time and the frozen river
Sunday afternoon
They're playing hockey on
-
By Jane Siberry, Everyone has their own story
You have yours, I have mine
Today
-
By Jane Siberry, Hey baby, I'm in town and I thought I'd give
-
By Jane Siberry, my baby
I know I make him feel so good
he's prostrate
-
By Jane Siberry, Oh, I don't like the look of the look of
-
By Jane Siberry, At first I was afraid, I was petrified
Kept thinkin' I
-
By Jane Siberry, In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind made moan
Earth stood hard as
-
By Jane Siberry, I was on a train
Somewhere in Spain
Sometime in the night
I
-
By Jane Siberry, she didn't get him
he didn't really get her either
they got
-
By Jane Siberry, We walk the narrow path
Beneath the smoking skies
Sometimes you can
-
By Jane Siberry, We are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are
-
By Jane Siberry, Jesus Christ the Apple Tree
The tree of life my soul
-
By Jane Siberry, La jalouse
I said no
La jalouse
I told you to go
You trick
-
By Jane Siberry, In the beginning there was the word
And the word was
-
By Jane Siberry, First you go up the hill
(Don't forget to say the
-
By Jane Siberry, I can see the sweetness on your face
you don't know
-
By Jane Siberry, Maybe it was to learn how to love
Maybe it was
-
By Jane Siberry, Maybe it was to learn how to love
Maybe it was
-
By Jane Siberry, Every mornin' when I wake up
I wonder which cup I
-
By Jane Siberry, You mentioned La Pieta
The dotted line
The holy flapping dress
White legs
-
By Jane Siberry, You mentioned La Pieta
The dotted line
The holy flapping dress
White legs
-
By Jane Siberry, You mentioned La Pieta
The dotted line
The holy flapping dress
White legs
-
By Jane Siberry, How did I ever get into this mess
I fell in
-
By Jane Siberry, Maria, Maria, Maria, Maria
Maria is on my mind
Everything you do,
-
By Jane Siberry, Maria wanders through the thorn
Kyrie Eleison
Maria wanders through the thorn
That
-
By Jane Siberry, mary had a little lamb
its fleece was white as
snow and