little church the crowd began to swell Quit a send off for a simple country farmer For many loved and knew the old man well And as his bride of sixty
in the lands of fairy lakes and falls [PRE CHORUS] [CHORUS:] Runnin' dreams on the circle of the time, under the sky of eternal life, Among the mountains
Like a virgin sacrified Like a Goddess she arrived Guarded by the sphinx, valley of the kings Like a virgin sacrified River deep mountain high Like an
resounding and abjected to a gallantry-show, Of needless flimsy threats - This the humans of Earth bestow. Tracing lines with mounting glee Flashed
girl with the happy face And dance upon the water with no ripple or a trace Love is here (ain't) a cloud in the sky Would you be my flushing bride
sadness about the girl with the happy face And dance upon the water with a ripple or a trace Love is here any cloudless sky Would you be my flushing bride
In a mountain church Gathered ?round inside See the handsome groom And his blushing bride Through a hail of rice As they run outside Go the handsome
ANN O' HETHERSGILL The fairest maids o' Britain's Isle 'Mang Cumbria's mountains dwells Sweet budding flowers unseen They bloom by moorland, glen, or
from all around you Making up your memories and thinking they have found you They cover you with veils of wonder as if you were a bride Young men holding
You have many houses, one for every season Mountains in your windows, violets in your hands Through your English meadows your blue-eyed horses wander
down through the mountain And separates the widow from the bride We'll rise above the scarlet tide That trickles down through the mountain And separates the widow from the bride
a bride. Still will be heard in the Mountains of Judas, And in the streets of Jerusalem Still will be heard in the Mountains of Judas, And in the streets
and streams, For they're deep and they're wide And the world's on its side And time is running backwards And so is the bride. Ring them bells, ring
Jolon But a lion still rules the Barranca And a man there is always alone in my youth i had a Monterey homestead fields,creeks,mountains all mine and
As I got on a city bus and found a vacant seat I thought I saw my future bride walking up the street I shouted to the driver, "Hey conductor, you must
alone, within the confines of my barren home bereaved, left behind, grieving for the one, my ashen bride. A host of ravens hover from majestic winter mountains
of the small flightless birds that you failed to protect But the yoke isn?t easy, in fact it?s a drag Acid blown to cornfields and mountains of rice
In a land of O'Cahan where bleak mountains rise Over those brown ridgy tops, now the dusky clouds fly Deep sunk in a valley a wild flower did grow And