Me and my brother returned to the water
I saw a
You say, too much water
Has gone under the bridge
I woke up this morning, I got booze on my
Dear River Thames,
You keep moving along,
Not knowing where you're going,
Or
There's four who share this room as we work hard
Take a bus, who needs a car
We'll eat here,
When they looked at Joseph's hands
They said, They're the
And once I walked a million miles
All the way to
Now it's come to talking I don't have much to
My Jenny Taylor, my Jenny Taylor
Jenny oh oh la la
Jenny
Thousands of miles without moving
In the silence and stillness we're
Out in the garden, amongst the bushes, Michael is crying.
Mr Connaughton my memory's long, though the years have flown
Though
Pity the boy who marries for money
Or wealth and position
Thinking
Give me sweet forgiveness
And I think that it might
If not
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