I wish I could change I wish I could change I wish I could stop Sayin the same old things I wish I could be Who u want me 2 be I wish I could stop Being
a-ling, school bell a-ring-a-ling Stick shift the ding-a-ling,Ball like Yao Ming-a-ling Cuse me, Whatt happen? Im flyerr den a robin Im flyer then an
That place deep inside of you That special place you give me That you say is mine exclusively What you say is my private domain You've made that so plain
What's it all about this crazy love How did our two worlds entwine? How do I fit into your life How did you get into mine? I belong to someone else we
(Kurt Wagner) the old fat robin sticks his beak into the ground with the brain, the size of an eraser kitty runs by causes the robin, she does floppin
when old jack frost has threatened his worst and fallen from branch to briar then welcome the nights that double delights in the light of a good going
Words and music Robin Williamsson 1978 I learned in school That I was mad if they were sane, you see They had to beat me black and blue They said
As many fine fishes as swim with the tide Sing aberamvane, sing aberoling My herrings the king of them all in their pride Sing aberamvane, sing aberoling
Words and music RW 1978 Wake up Jamie strike a light For while you were lying dreaming IA've been up the waterside All with the gaff and the lantern
Gipsies came to the castle gate They sang so high, they sang so low They sang so sweet, so very very sweet They stole away the heart of the lady-o She
Words traditional English, music RW with fugal ideas by Chris Caswell 1978 Oak logs will warm you well That are old and dry Logs of pine will sweetly
green groweth the holly so doth the ivy though winter winds blow ne'er so high green groeth the holly
Let me be where love is born To sail upon a scallop shell The way no hair of a thought is disturbed And the sight is still As moonlight clasps each leaf
Sleep, my son, the red bee hums The silent twilights fall The lady from the grey rock comes To wrap the world in thrall My darling boy, my pride, my joy
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And the weeping willow trees still swaying in the breeze And often I still hear the robins sing Do you hear the robins... Do you ever ever hear the robins
You won't find me In the drifting sky Ohh, oh, oh The drifting sky Take your place In the line to the doorway It's your place In the line through the
Far from this life of smoke and fear I dreamed a path no one else could claim Not one face ever stained with tears Or blood that spilled in someone else