let me be (Oh, don't let me be) Tonight just may be our last (Tonight) Let's all go home again (Let's all go home, let's go home) Find where we have
it swims in the beams It's just a brief interruption of the swirling dust sparkle jet stream Well, I know I don't know you and you're probably not what you s
Chef: Baby, you know there's a lot of love between us Sometimes that love goes bad But other times its so right! Yeah, I know we've been through some
. Well I've been thinking about the bells with wine Can't you see how time doesn't count at all We've been sinking', thumbs to the sky Sing this lullaby
living twirling his guns" The night she's long, she's lanky She speaks in her mother tongue And lullabies the refugees With an amplifier's hum
Everyone must bury their own No pack to bury the heart of stone Now he's home in hell, serves him well Slain by the bell, tolling for his farewell
family And Christmas bells are ringing and there's presents 'neath the tree I know that it's been said before and now I know it's true That home is where
air. Midnight bells are ringing, it's snowing everywhere. Brooklyn: (spoken) Do you think it's snowing where daddy is? Faith: (sung) Everyone's with
the answer But it`s plain to see I embrace the long and last sleep Dreaming Screaming Into what end and I heading for? I hear them singing the last lullaby
, the Wicked Witch is dead. She's gone where the goblins go, Below - below - below. Yo-ho, let's open up and sing and ring the bells out. Ding Dong' the
and only love and I Fell down upon the snow And as the dusk was falling From our gray and goose down sky We heard the old cathedral bells Ring out our lullaby
moons Are shattered by the sun I walk a road horizons change The tournament's begun The purple piper plays his tune The choir softly sing Three lullabies
Hold your tongue and walk away Say it's been a lovely day Say tomorrow evening's fine Meet me by St. John's divine Until discordant bells have rung Hold
bells out. Ding Dong's the merry-oh, sing it high, sing it low Let them know the Wicked Witch is dead! (Lullaby League) We represent the Lullaby League The Lullaby
(R. Betts) Walk along the river, sweet lullaby, it just keeps on flowing, It don't worry 'bout where it's going, no, no. Don't fly, mister blue bird,
God loves a lullaby In a mothers tears in the dead of night Better than a Hallelujah sometimes. God loves the drunkards cry, The soldiers plea not to