Instrumental
Marti was a fightin' man Whose story should be told He was a son of circumstance He couldn't quite control His father gave him pellet guns And plastic
The minstrel boy to the war has gone In the ranks of death you will find him His father's sword he is girded on And his wild harp slung behind him "Land
Jerry's keeping up with the neighbours Good for the man on the go Rabbit's got a new monthly flavour Helps to keep the dogs on the down-low Anna's feeling
Thought we had a grudge against Our friends who live beyond the fence Victims of a circumstance or writers of our fate? Proud enough to cast a stone But
Many years I've lived alone A life of solitude Since my love did leave this life My joys have been but few In my sleep she sang to me Like summer's windy
Across the loch On the mountain side there lives a lovely lassie I would see tonight But I haven't got an automobile... And my bicycle has got a broken
Hava Nagila, Hava Nagila, Hava Nagila La, la la la la la la la la la la la La la la, la la la la La la la la la
Where will you go my faithful fair one? What will you do when ye are on your own? Whither, oh tell me, shall you wander? December's hard winds are blowin
her way homeward With one star awake, As the swan in the evening Moved o'er the lake. Last night I did dream, That my love came in. And so quietly she entered
Oh the Summer time is coming And the flowers are sweetly blooming And the wild mountain thyme Grows around the blooming heather Will ye go lassie go...
Old John from his deathbed cried: "Think I will wait 'til tomorrow to die Sun is shining, birds do sing This, sir, is no day to go" Up and out the door
I feel I've wandered For most of my years Taken some wrong turns They all brought me here If the road is a body Then a home is the soul I think I can
Пераклад: Калі ласка, увядзіце Хагіс. Антэны.
Пераклад: Калі ласка, увядзіце Хагіс. Санберст.