My romance doesn't have to have a moon in the sky. My romance doesn't need a blue lagoon standing by. No month of May, no twinkling stars. No hide away, no soft guitars My romance doesn't need a ca
I built my house from barley rice. Green pepper walls and water ice. Tables of paper wood, windows of light. And everything emptying into white A simple garden, with acres of sky. A brown haired d
Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling. From glen to glen, and down the mountain side. The summer's gone, and all the roses falling. 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide. But come yo
He may not always say. What you would have him say. But now and then he'll say something wonderful The thoughtless things he'll do. Will hurt and worry you. Then all at once he'll do something won