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| Waiting for George |
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| March Virgin |
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| From a Pub Sign |
Soft sun on pale skinned people
drawn out of the dark by the changing tide
Let me loose from my winter shackles
Let me loose on the wild March skies
The rain drenched people closing their eyes
to the sounds
But we in our majik
stir the stick and taste the wine
To be engulfed by nature
drink its fountains cup
whisper in the mornings
sighing in the nights
We free thinkers who somehow care
we’ll dance our drunken dance
an weave some kind of music
whilst others stand and stare
drawn out of the dark by the changing tide
Let me loose from my winter shackles
Let me loose on the wild March skies
The rain drenched people closing their eyes
to the sounds
But we in our majik
stir the stick and taste the wine
To be engulfed by nature
drink its fountains cup
whisper in the mornings
sighing in the nights
We free thinkers who somehow care
we’ll dance our drunken dance
an weave some kind of music
whilst others stand and stare
Johnny Mercer "Spring Spring Spring"
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When the red red robbin goes bob bob bobbin
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| Another green man |
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Zip a dee doo dah
James Baskett
De Spring is sprung
ReplyDeleteDe grass is riz
I wonder where de birdies is?
The birds, my friend are on the wing.
But dats absurd
De wing is on de bird.....
(Quote from unknown source)
I would say that it came from the deep south!
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