Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high and the dreams that you dream of once in a lullaby Somewhere over the Rainbow, blue birds fly and the dreams
into love Yes, I was crashin' into love Oh of all the words you sang to me About life, the truth and being free, yeah You sang to me, oh how you sang
that's all we were tryin' to make a livin' out of black land dirt We'd get together in a family circle sing out loud (Daddy sang bass mama sang tenor
s all we were tryin' to make A livin' out of black land dirt We'd get together in a family circle sing out loud (Daddy sang bass, mama sang tenor) Me
that's all we were Tryin' to make a livin' out of black land earth But we'd get together in a family circle singin' loud Daddy sang bass, Mama sang
people that's all we were Tryin' to make a livin' out of black land earth We'd get together in a family circle singin' loud Daddy sang bass, mama sang
Whassup little man, what's wrong wit'chu? Why you lookin' so sad? What's wrong? Man, I went to school today And the teacher said I couldn't be no rapper
was just as light As the dancing feet of astaire And like an echo far away And a nightingale sang in berkeley square And a nightingale sang in berkeley
When she sang about angels She looked at the sky Anybody else, anybody else But I let it go by When she sang about the fields She raised up her arm As
means death, I realized too soon Caught in the afterlife, I've gone too far When sorrow sang softly and sweet The air was filled with tears full of sadness and grief When sorrow sang
skyscrapers - are crumbling - mountains move in my path the streets lights - are twisting - pulling me to the earth My veins are anchored in this city
sang sung sing me a song Do did done don't be so down Ring rang rung give me a ring Please please please don't be so long Sing sang sung sing me a
God put a song in the heart of an angel And softly she sang it to me I get to thinking lots of times about Back when I was a lad Of the old home place
God put a song in the heart of an angel And softly she sang it to me I get to thinkin' lotta times About back when I was a lad The old homeplace where
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leave... ...the scar... The choir will never leave. Sing for the lurker. Sing for the one with horns. We pity the feathers, we devour the wing... I sang
Sing sang song . . . Komm und sing mit mir denn singen macht uns alle frei. Sing sang song sing was dir gefällt mit uns und für die ganze Welt
