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Sittin' here tonight,
By the fire light,
it reminds me I already have more than I should.

I don't need fame, no one to know my name,
at the end of the day,
Lord I pray, I have a life that's good.

Wake up, wake up, the sun cannot wait for long
Reach out, reach out before it fades away
You will find the warmth when you surrender
Smile into the fear and let it play
You wanna run away, run away and you say that it can't be so

You wanna look away, look away but you stay cause' it's all so close
When you stand up and hold out your hand

In December
We give our gifts
Wishing well to our world
Peace on Earth to
Everyone
A time to be joyful
when all is calm
and all is bright

He rode through the streets of the city
Down from his hill on high
Over wynds and the steps and the cobbles
He rode to a woman's sigh

For she was his secret treasure
She was his shame and bliss
And a chain and a keep are nothing

In the quiet misty morning
When the moon has gone to bed,
When the sparrows stop their singing
And the sky is clear and red,
When the summer's ceased its gleaming
When the corn is past its prime,
When adventure's lost its meaning -
I'll be homeward bound in time

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond,
Where me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

Chorus:
Oh, you'll take the high road, and I'll take the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye,

Oh Shenandoah,
I long to see you,
Away you rolling river.
Oh Shenandoah,
I long to see you,
Away, I'm bound away,
'Cross the wide Missouri.

Under the Mountain dark and tall,
The king has come into his hall.
His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread,
And ever so his foes shall fall!

The sword is sharp, the spear is long,
The arrow swift, the Gate is strong;
The heart is bold that looks on gold;

These politicians aren't doing anything
They just wanna stay in control
Don't think they really care bout me
The democrats and GOP
These politicians aren't doing anything

I'm gonna turn on the tube
and watch a little news

Take a look round lively old London
Buzzing crowds we sweat and we revel
Red-cheeked shouts and songs in the flicker of the gaslight

Eager Blighty bursts from the cobblestones
Racing, climbing blooming fertility
Born from secret seeds that were scattered in the nighttime

Let the wind carry us
To the clouds, hurry up, alright
We can travel so far
As our eyes can see

We go where no one goes
We slow for no one
Get out of our way