The bells ofSt. Mary's. Ah! hear they are calling. The young loves, the true loves. Who come from the sea And so, my beloved. When red leaves are falling. The love bells shall ring out. Ring
Know that I grow my hair. Just to scare the teacher. My goodness, gracious me!. Ain't Little Johnny a creature And I lost count of the times. When I never bathed I'm one of the boys. One of the
Know that I grow my hair. Just to scare the teacher. My goodness, gracious me!. Ain't Little Johnny a creature And I lost count of the times. When I never bathed I'm one of the boys. One of the
The Bells ofSt. Mary's. Ah, hear they are calling. The young loves, the true loves. Who come from the sea. . And so my beloved. When red leaves are falling. The love bells shall ring out
The bells. OfSt. Mary's. Ah. Here they. Are calling. The young loves. And the true loves. That come. From the sea. . And so my beloved. When the red leaves. Are falling. The love bells
The windows in New York City. All dressed up with ribbons and smiles. Snow covers the park like a carpet. Bells on white carriages roll by in style St. Patrick's Cathedral is all lit up. When
smoke and * all day Mmmmm you can find me in St. Louie. Where the gun play ring all day (nanana). Some got jobs and some sell yea'. Others just smoke and * all day Sunday mornin, crack of dawn