: Where Lagan streams sing lullabies, there blows a lily fair. The twilight gleam is in her eye, the night is on her hair. And like a lovesick lenashee
: When I get old I'm a be real cool Sittin on the porch with a fresh pair of shoes Whole bunch of stories for the neighborhood kids Tell em to believe
: (Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney) Where Lagan streams sing lullabies There blows a lily fair. The twilight gleam is in her eye
Where lagan stream sings lullaby There blow a lily fair The twilight gleam is in her eye The night is no her hair And like a love-sick lenanshee She hath
Where Lagan streams sing lullaby There blows a lily fair When twilight gleam is in her eyes The night is on her hair And like a love sick, lenanshee
When I get old imma be real cool Sittin on the porch with a fresh pair of shoes Whole bunch of stories for the neighborhood kids Tell em to believe that
hold me At evening's fall he watched me walk His heart was mine But my love was young and felt The world was not cruel but kind Where Lagan's light
Life ain't easy, gonna change Don't just listen, think about it Life ain't easy When I see those people sitting hungry in the street I put myself in
Where Lagan stream sing lullaby There blows a lily fair The twilight gleam is in her eyes The night is on her hair And like a love-sick lennan-shee She
(Ray Sawyer/Shel Silverstein) Well here I am in the wind again, floating where it takes me Laughin' and a splashin' in the summer sun, until the alarm
Where Lagan stream sings lullaby There grows a young man fair The twilight gleam is in his eye The night is on his hair And like a lovesick lenan he He
*police siren* [master p as cop] Driver, slowly step out of the vehicle Passenger, keep your hands up high You don't have a right to remain silent Anything
No, don't cry for me, celebrate el sueno The way it operates No, don't cry for me, celebrate el sueno The way it oughta be Thinking about everything,
Where Lagan streams sings lullabies There blows a lily fair The twilight gleam is in her eye The night is on her hair And like a love sick Leannan si
Where pagan streams sing lullabies There blows a lily fair The twilight gleam is in her eye The night is on her hair And like a lovesick lenashee She
jednom bar, za mene neku finu sporu stvar, finu laganu stvar. I od dva tri akorda, jer ni ne umem bolje ja, pesma je nastala. I cim su culi nju, laganu
Well, here I am in the wind again Floating where it takes me Laughing and splashing in the summer sun Until the alarm clock awakes me. Then it's coffee
