I grew from monkey into man then I crushed fifteen million with a wave of my hand I grew drunk on water turned into wine Till I was slave and master at
Wanna pack your bags, Something small Take what you need and we disappear Without a trace we'll be gone, gone The moon and the stars can follow the car
(traditional popularized by Blind Willie Johnson) ... you have got to go by yourself I don't mind dying I'm a child of God Child of God Don't mind dying
The sun is rising and once again The morning finds me on my knees On the days horizon I gave got An invitation to see the King Far away from worries
O Holy night The stars are brightly shining It is the night of our dear savior's birth Now you all heard the story about Bethlehem How the child was
Whenever I feel afraid I hold my head erect And whistle a happy tune So no one will suspect I'm afraid While shivering in my shoes I strike a careless
The King is pleased He is pleased with me My Lord and Master Declares he's pleased with me What does he mean? What does he know of me This Lord and
Anna, when I think of Tom I think about a night When the earth smelled of summer And the sky was streaked with white And the soft mist of England Was
Thiang "There is a happy land, far, far away, Where saints in Glory stand, bright, bright as day." [Spoken] In the beginning God created the-heaven and
Children Be it ever so humble, There's no place like home. A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which seek through the world, Is ne'er met
When I was a boy, world was better spot What was so was so, what was not was not Now, I am a man, world have changed a lot Some things nearly so, others
It's a very ancient saying But a true and honest thought That if you become a teacher By your pupils you'll be taught As a teacher I've been learning
All We work and work From week to week At the Royal Bangkok Academy And English words are all we speak At the Royal Bangkok... [Anna interrupts then
This is a man who thinks with his heart His heart is not always wise This is a man who stumbles and falls But this is a man who tries This is a man you
Thiang To prove we're not barbarians They dress us up like savages! To prove we're not barbarians We wear a funny skirt! Ah...............h! Wives To
Your servant, your servant Indeed, I'm not you servant Although you give me less than servants pay I'm a free and independent "Employay", employee Because
I have dreamed that arms are lovely I have dreamed what a joy, you'll be I have dreamed every word, you whisper When you're close, close to me How you
We kiss in a shadow We hide from the moon Our meetings are few And over too soon We speak in a whisper Afraid to be heard When people are near We speak