Down to the glen where the roses twine Lie in the grass watch the time go by The hum drum mid-afternoon sun Only his mothers only son Black Jack tarmac
A secret kiss reminded me of what I miss Some kind of forgotten bliss on this summer's eve Though the seasons deceive, corrupt my honesty You still make
Sheriff John Brown just wandered into town Looking for a cripple and a thief A black man and a woman and a lonesome guy like me Just trying to raise the
Here's a tale of my true love Fair and free was she Wasn't I just like tonight she stole my liberty Ooooh Like a flower in the spring Words don't mean
Up on Kill Devil hill The sand dunes are still It ends as it begins December 1903 A buzzard on the breeze The coin will see who wins I said it's heads
Aaaaaaaah aaaaaaaah etc Everyone needs someone else And everybody else needs someone for themselves aaaaaaah aaaaaaaah Simian Technology!
What's that, Daddy? That's government property, Son But why? Why does the sun come up?
Something inside of me Feels like I've been wanting you forever There'll never be another century There's no time to think about the weather When there
In the beggar's house of wasted thoughts I saw you You took my hand Led me to another land Down past the old picture house We wandered With no time to
Wild fire, I desire to be loved Climb higher, to a platform just above Little liar, you decieve me With your wit elocution, sculptured perfectly to fit
Talkin' gypsy market blues I was too late but I never got to choose Talkin' gypsy market blues I was too late but I never got to choose Gotta have them
Simon Diamond sold his soul Changed his name by deed poll Started out as Simon Russell Lived his life inside a nutshell Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh He couldn
Sail lightly on winds Disappear on the breeze Lie firmly on pins Pull them out with ease Solid boned skeleton key Opens the most intricate locks Brother
Out in the field when the first has been born Folks sing a song, song of the corn Late in the day when the secrets are sworn Folks tell a tale, tale of
Sweet Sue, things you making me do Sweet, sweet Sue, can't get enough of you Sweet Sue, we're not gonna be true Sweet, sweet Sue, why, you're leaving
The oldest path beneath the grave Lies a myth that's still the same There ain't no way to make a change Till kings and queens have walked in chains And
We'll set sail again We're headin' for the Spanish Main We'll set sail again We're headin' for the Spanish Main We'll set sail again We're headin' for
Morning comes, darkness drops Upon this day a shadow falls Silence warps through the halls Since I've been gone, gone, gone A hundred years from today