, K. Michael Cooper and William Stewart (Chorus) Ah moving up (we're coming together) Jah, Jah Children them a moving up Ah moving up (we're coming
Ive been waiting all my life for this morning Just to wake up next to you holding me And your head is resting gently on my shoulder Like you're whispering
One of Those Days written by Joy Williams & Jeremy Bose Dona??t ask me how Ia??m doing if you dona??t wanna know I Stayed up too late woke up late oh
Speaking A Dead Language Written By: Joy Williams & Jeremy Bose We built a tall, tall tower Towards the sun, towards the sun Took some words and built
among us Through the joy and the fear When I look into your eyes Everything is so clear My friend, here he comes again He keep sending me angels From up
I lost my lover, come set me free, come fill me up, with extacy, surround my heartbeat, with your fingertips unbound my feet, untie my wrists, come
down I will not give you up Gotta have some faith in the sound It's the one good thing that I've got I won't let you down So please don't give me up
(Beatrice Verdi/William "Smokey" Robinson/Warren Moore) Good morning world How will today greet me A single girl who needs a man To love sweetly A
Jon Williams (Almond Productions) & Glacia Robinson GRM. Instrumentation: Jon Williams BG Vocals: Glacia Robinson, Joy Beaton, Clive Warren Mixed by: Jon Williams
(by Joy Williams & Jeremy Bose) We built a tall, tall tower towards the sun, towards the sun took some words and built a wall between our love, between
i need i'll say a capo, a lemonade, a dollar fifty a big bathtub, prosthetic feet, diana ross' role in mahogany so i can hang out with billy dee williams
glass house havin' nasty dreams! Good girls neva' give it up But anything is possible ,if 50 fucked Vivica Hurdled life's obstacles,found my way through the maze Then joy
(Music by Greg Brown / poem of William Blake) When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry 'Weep
the dawn Spent the morning fishing fried? m up by noon Spent the evening kissing near the southern moon Chorus And it?s like Joy riding in a 57 coup
(Williams) One, two, three, four Give me the beat, boys, Give me the beat, boys. Day after day i'm more confused But i look for the light through the
is filled with (Love signals) love signals Now there's So many of us have little faith and insecurities And so many of us so easy to give up on our