Hey, can I disturb a second of your time I got some things to say You're telling me the look that's in your eye Is not what I can see Now you are good
In search of a smile I followed you from the gloomy night And down off the street The room in the crowd Melted into the winter's cold The welcoming
Dearest, dearest One thing I know That everything I feel for you Started many ages ago Long before I knew you, Long before I met you. I was sure I'd
You're the one with the eyes that could capture my soul But you just want a heart to borrow Will you love me forever? You say that you will But I know
If you're feeling funny and your nerves are raw Remember the Shoe-billed Stork He had little time to fly before he nearly had to walk And no-one saved
Way back when before the Rolling Stones I heard a little group was playing Casey Jones It was a really silly place to put a saxophone Peter made them
Sing once again with me Our strange duet My power over you Grows stronger yet And though you turn from me To glance behind The phantom of the opera
Try to find the rhyme and reason But time and the seasons just fade away And you're flying blind with French high heels on And high ideals on As you
You give it all your heart and soul And they just cover up their ears It's almost close enough to touch And then it disappears Well you tried so hard
This is just a wee song in your honour, Freddie I'm such a shy girl I never was one for having much fun I'm such a shy girl I'm such a shy girl Until
When I spoke to him in china, the Tragopan said, I don't wanna niggle, but I think I'll soon be dead. If they chop down the trees I'll have nowhere to
Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing, Onward! the sailors cry; Carry the lad that's born to be king Over the sea to Skye Loud the winds howl,
Here's to gamblers Who hold to the game Through the hard times They don't lose their aim And they hope for time on their side And they keep a ticket
Over highway, seaway and skyway Got to be always on the move Come December will you remember Whatever it is you're trying to prove? No regretting, only
There's a saucy wild packet, and a packet of fame She belongs to New York, and the Dreadnought's her name She is bound to the westward where the stormy
Sorrow and sadness, bitterness, grief Memories I have of you won?t leave me in peace My mind is running back to the west coast of Clare Thinking of you
You brave Irish heroes where'er you may be I pray stand a moment and listen to me Your sons and fair daughters are now going away And thousands are sailing
Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong, Under the shade of a coolibah tree, And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled You'll come