(Donovan) Thrown like a star in my vast sleep I open my eyes to take a peep To find that I was by the sea Gazing with tranquility 'Twas then when the
stem hath sprung! Of Jesse's lineage coming, As those of old have sung. It came, a floweret bright, Amid the cold of winter, When half spent was the night
(Music by Henry Purcell, Lyrics by Elkanah Settle, Arranged by Sting) Now Winter comes slowly, Pale, Meager, and Old, First trembling with Age, and
(Sting & Dominic Miller) Hush child Let your mommy sleep into the night until we rise Hush child Let me soothe the shining tears that gather in your
A soul, a soul cake, please good missus a soul cake. An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry, any good thing to make us all merry, A soul, a soul cake, please
As I in hoary winter's night Stood shivering in the snow, Surprised I was with sudden heat Which made my heart to glow; And lifting up a fearful eye To
shone, in Winter cannot sting, I've seen a woman's anger melt between the night and morn And it's surely not a harder thing to tame a woman's scorn.
1. There is no rose of such virtue As is the rose that bare Jesu; Alleluia. 2. For in this rose contained was Heaven and earth in little space;
winter child, December's sun sits low against the sky Cold light on frozen fields, The cattle in their stable lowing. When two walked this winter
said, "My soul shall laud and magnify his holy name." Most highly favoured lady Gloria! Of her Emanuel, the Christ was born In Bethlehem all on a
Winter They follow me down A season for joy A season for sorrow Where she's gone I will surely, surely follow She brightened my day She warmed the coldest night
a daughter Within a year a walker She looked just like her mother If there could be another And now she's two years older Her mother's with a soldier
a sticker on a phone booth, now by the time ya'll did that paperwork, how many new rapists float Panicky banister Silver Surf over the wobbles where the potholes are a holster on
,it's time well spended. So when did ya eva see a youth so demented. A you start it off now a my time fi end it. Chorus Verse 3: Cecile: If ya wan di
I think he's right behind me now and he's gaining ground But it was long ago and it was far away, oh God it seems so very far And if life is just a highway
a tomb But it was long ago, and it was far away Oh God, it seems so very far, and if life is just a highway, then the soul is just a car And objects
similar sake; The night?s a mistake that the tired sun makes So wake when you want, And love what you please There?s a hymn on your arm but it looks