Strange face, with your eyes
So pale and sincere
Underneath you know
I had a little book
Was give to me
And every page
Spoke
Are you ready
Ready to cry
Are you ready
Ready to cry
This is
A city freeze, get on your knees
Pray for warmth and
Well I wake up in the morning
Look at my clock
It's
A crowded room on Beverley
A party for the rent
You were
Bird flew by
And wondered, wondered why
She was wise
And ought to
A black eyed dog he called at my door
The black
Old Black Mountain
Tried to spit in your face
Old Black Mountain
Tried
Black days of winter all were through
The blossoms came and
Snow in springtime, storm in the sea
Mist at my window,
Catch a boat to england, baby
Maybe to spain
Wherever I have
Instrumental
I could have done better things
If someone shut my mouth
Or
Who has dressed you in strange clothes of sand?
Who has
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