sound of drums People couldn't believe what I've become Revolutionaries wait For my blonde head on a silver plate Just a GaGa on a lonely string Oh who would ever want to be queen? I hear Jerusalem bells
letters and babblin' a?bout the moon, I really do think his bells are out of tune." "Well, don't you go dingin' his bells," says Polonius, "'Cause if
Look for awhile at the China Cat Sunflower proud-walking jingle in the midnight sun Copper-dome Bodhi drip a silver kimono like a crazy-quilt stargown
our North Star can no longer be found But there's a banjo moon in a tie-dyed sky Hippies dance and babies cry Church bells ring as a silver-haired angel
Ever since I was a young boy I played the silver ball From Soho down to Brighton I must have played them all But I ain't seen nothing like him in any
kiss me and quitely whisper..... Emily, Emily, Emily Has the murmuring sound of May, All silver bells, coral shells, carousels And the laughter of children at play
shines from every window. Have you seen the moon above? It lights the sky in silver. Green is in the mistletoe And red is in the holly, Silver in the
Emily, Emily, Emily Has the murmuring sound of May All silver bells, coral shells, carousels And the laughter of children at play They say "Emily, Emily
the lime Sprinkling crowns of silence The face wet from the moistened dew Wind takes the sight Around the meadow Playing kindly Silver dropped wine That
gush licks the line Sprinkling crowns of silence The face wet from the moistened dew Wind takes the sight Around the meadow Playing kindly Silver dropped
(Mary Gauthier/Crit Harmon) Davey stole a Christmas tree from K-Mart last night red ribbons and silver bells, angels dressed in white He tied, it to
(Anna McCarrigle) There where no cuckoos, no sycamores We played about the forest floor Underneath the silver maples, the balsams and the sky We popped
hear me troubadour? Alvin Row Tangled in your broken kite It's hard to be Ben Franklin but (?) will feel you out (?) can stay inside Accustomed to the rust your silver
Ever since I was a young boy, I've played the silver ball. From Soho down to Brighton I must've played them all. But I never seen anything like him In
moved in closer just so I could see her face Maybe she was a mother Someone's only daughter Her silver hair shimmered like the snow Christmas bells were
the swallowtail butterfly"s dance. Let"s gently play the last phase of the moon as it"s made into a harp. And the thousand bell chimes and tune of