Oh happy days
Though I'd rather not
Send you off this way
Off
Holy visions
Barren spirit
Earthly comforts in the weeks after the end
Keeping
to the sky
on the far side, the river jordan
i
Let me lie across your christened spine
Press my belly to
James had cured the wrath
Of a jealous woman
Not long after
So in toll with a broken hand
In some Labourless land
Where
Times like those
My lowland home
Heaven and earth filled the room
This may be the last
that you hear
for a long time
because
Florins hanging under the willow
Daddy sang in/Daddy’s hanging from those
there's a hammer in the wind
it falls and drives me
A one, two, three, four
It was a long walk to
Though I have wronged you
I was held in a riverbed
Where
On that five day drive
Through the pain and the mourning
All
When I light your darkened door
When I light your darkened
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