In another younger day I could dream the time away In the universe inside my room And the world was really mine from June till September And if it wasn
Abide with me, fast falls the eventide The darkness deepens, Lord with me abide When other helpers fail and comforts flee Help of the helpless, O abide
O Shenandoah, I long to hear you Away, you rollin' river O Shenandoah, I long to hear you Away I'm bound to go 'Cross the wide Missouri 'Tis seven long
One fine day you'll find me A thread of smoke arising on the sea In the far horizon And then the ship appearing Then the trim white vessel Glides into
Cold nights of loneliness Dark nights of emptiness I stood there waiting But the summer came too late Seasons unfold Stories lie untold And still my
Days of burning sun Watch the colors run Into pools that catch the eye Disappear as you pass by You're my summer rain You're my summer rain And I know
The water's wide, I cannot get over And neither have I wings to fly Give me a boat that'll carry two And both shall row, my love and I Where love is
?Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming all alone, All her lovely companions Are faded and gone. No flower of her kindred, No rose bud is nigh, To
Let me lie on grasses green On my mother earth I lean Let me lie on grasses green On my mother earth I lean Under burning sun Through my veins she runs
Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying 'Tis you
Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme Remember me to one who lives there He once was a true love of mine Tell him to
Sonny lives on a farm, in a wide open space Take off your shoes, stay out of the race Lay down your head on a soft river bed Sonny always remembers the
Soft as the voice of an Angel Breathing a lesson unheard Hope with a gentle persuasion Whispers her comforting word Wait till the darkness is over Wait
Abide with me; fast falls the eventide; The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide. When other helpers fail and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O
Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying 'Tis you
Let me lie on grasses green On my mother earth I lean Let me lie on grasses green On my mother earth I lean Under burning sun Through my veins she
