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"Spring Glee Lyrics"
Here Comes the Heavster Lyrics
Intro: (interview with some lady) "Here comes the Heavster, and I know it makes you sick"
SPRING GLEE
When Spring comes on, the birds do sing,
The lambs do skip and the bells do ring,
While we enjoy their glorious charm,
So noble and so gay.
The primrose blooms and the cowslip, too.
The violets in their sweet retire,
And the daffa-down dillys which we admire
Will die and fade away.
Young men end maidens will be seen
On mountains high and meadows green;
They will talk of love and sport and play
While these young lambs do skip awa
At night, they'll homeward wand their way
When evening stars appear.
The dairymaid to milking goes,
Her blooming cheeks as red as a rose.
She carries her pail all on her arm,
So cheerful and so gay.
She milks, she sings,
And the valleys ring.Into The Night Lyrics
Caught in quicksand Starting to sink So tired of struggling That my mind can barely think Don't know where i'm go
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Intro: (interview with some lady) "Here comes the Heavster, and I know it makes you sick"
SPRING GLEE
When Spring comes on, the birds do sing,
The lambs do skip and the bells do ring,
While we enjoy their glorious charm,
So noble and so gay.
The primrose blooms and the cowslip, too.
The violets in their sweet retire,
Physical (Funny Version) Lyrics
Come on Over Olivia Newton-John (Barry GibbRobin Gibb) If my life gets like a jigsaw With the pieces out of
The roses shining through the briar,Come on Over Olivia Newton-John (Barry GibbRobin Gibb) If my life gets like a jigsaw With the pieces out of
And the daffa-down dillys which we admire
Will die and fade away.
Young men end maidens will be seen
On mountains high and meadows green;
They will talk of love and sport and play
While these young lambs do skip awa
Jungeland Lyrics
(early version) Well the rangers had a home-coming in harlem late last night And the magic rat piloted his sleek machin
y.(early version) Well the rangers had a home-coming in harlem late last night And the magic rat piloted his sleek machin
At night, they'll homeward wand their way
When evening stars appear.
The dairymaid to milking goes,
Her blooming cheeks as red as a rose.
She carries her pail all on her arm,
So cheerful and so gay.
She milks, she sings,
And the valleys ring.
Caught in quicksand Starting to sink So tired of struggling That my mind can barely think Don't know where i'm go
The small birds on the branches there
Sit listening to this lovely fair;
She is her master's trust and care,
She is the ploughman's joy.
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recorded by the Copper Family
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