Black night is not right, I don't feel so bright, I don't care to sit tight. Maybe i'll find on the way down the line That i'm free, free to be me. Black
Hallelujah I am a preacher with a message for my people Over the world, scratching on the ground Looking for the peace that nobody has found I am a
(blackmore/gillan/glover/lord/paice) Child on a painted horse Streams that will run their course Gone to a far away shore Ooh, ooh, ah My painted horse
(blackmore/gillan/glover/lord/paice) On the lonely road i'm travelling on The road that leads nowhere As the ground and the sky wondering why I'm alone
(blackmore/gillan/glover/lord/paice) Pass your mother, lose your brother Be a lover, too Well all together make it better You gotta cry free Bridges
How can i see When the light is gone out How can i hear When you speak so silently More than enough Is never too much Hold out a hand I'm so out of touch
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If you're leaving close the door. I'm not expecting people anymore. Hear me grieving, i'm lying on the floor. Whether i'm drunk or dead i really ain'
Blackmore/gillan/glover/lord/paice There once was a woman A strange kind of woman The kind that gets written down in history Her name was nancy Her
( Mitchell Parish / Peter de Rose / Call off the search EP ) When the deep purple falls, Over sleepy garden walls, And the stars begin to flicker
when moonlight beams And as long as my heart will beat, lover we'll always meet Here in my deep purple dreams Here in my deep purple dreams
: Black night is not right, I don't feel so bright, I don't care to sit tight. Maybe i'll find on the way down the line That i'm free, free to be me.
: (blackmore/gillan/glover/lord/paice) Pass your mother, lose your brother Be a lover, too Well all together make it better You gotta cry free Bridges
: (blackmore/gillan/glover/lord/paice) On the lonely road i'm travelling on The road that leads nowhere As the ground and the sky wondering why I'm
: Blackmore/gillan/glover/lord/paice There once was a woman A strange kind of woman The kind that gets written down in history Her name was nancy Her
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: (blackmore/gillan/glover/lord/paice) Child on a painted horse Streams that will run their course Gone to a far away shore Ooh, ooh, ah My painted
: Hallelujah I am a preacher with a message for my people Over the world, scratching on the ground Looking for the peace that nobody has found I am