JOIN THE SONG LYRICS

[maggieacrossthepond]

The old home town looks the same as I step down from the train,
And there to meet me is my mama and papa.
Down the road I look and there runs mary hair of gold and lips like cherries.
Its good to touch the green, green GRASS of home.

[Yvonne from Oz]

Life is just a bowl of cherries.
Don't take it serious; it's too mysterious.
You work, you save, you worry so,
But you can't take your dough when you go, go, go.

So keep repeating it's the berries,
The strongest oak must fall,
The sweet things in life, to you were just loaned
So how can you lose what you've never owned?
Life is just a bowl of cherries,
So live and laugh at it all.

[sassy annie]

Woah, tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree
It's been three long years, do ya still want me
If I don't see a ribbon round the old oak tree
I'll stay on the bus, forget about us
Put the blame on me
If I don't see a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree

[maggieacrossthepond]

I'm comin' home, I've done my time
Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine
If you received my letter telling you I'd soon be free
Then you'll know just what to do
If you still want me
If you still want me
Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon 'round the old OAK tree
It's been three long years
Do ya still want me?
If I don't see a ribbon round the old oak tree
I'll stay on the bus
Forget about us
Put the blame on me
If I don't see a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree

[sassy annie]

:rolf :rolf :rolf

Hi Maggie great minds think alike! Glad you've had a great Christmas.
I just wish there wasn't so much fattening food left over :!:



How often at night where the heavens are bright
With the light of the glittering stars
Have I stood there amazed and asked as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours

Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

[Yvonne from Oz]

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on.

[sassy annie]

Is it a kind of dream,
Floating out on the tide,
Following the river of death downstream?
Oh, is it a dream?

There's a fog along the horizon,
A strange glow in the sky,
And nobody seems to know where you go,
And what does it mean?
Oh, is it a dream?

Bright eyes,
Burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
How can you close the pain
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.

[Yvonne from Oz]

Love is a burning thing
and it makes a fiery ring
bound by wild desire
I fell in to a ring of fire...

I fell in to a burning ring of fire
I went down,down,down
and the flames went higher.
And it burns,burns,burns
the ring of fire
the ring of fire.

[sassy annie]

Took my trouble to a bar tonight
For another point of view
But there's nothing new
I'm missing you

But I burn for you
What am I going to do
I burn for you
Burn for you

[Sweet Pea]

And maybe tonight
Maybe I’ll fall
Maybe he’ll crash through my walls
Maybe a lost love will come back and take me deep into its arms
Maybe the heart, that comes apart, finally mends
Maybe tonight I’ll finally fall in love again