O,
Inspired by the Bronte sisters
O.,er the banks Of the boni doon Touch and sit by The slippery moon O,.er the fields of
The sweet smell of flowers Lies in the wet dewy grass Upon they wake of the dawn Of the day From dawn to dust they
In this open space I thee Lie upon I see trees on Either side and all there leaves to fall In my eyes
draw draw draw Near the artists lair Upon he sits on the Gallery chair Lay with honey yellow
Thou dear jack frost To this freeze Thy hands and toes To look outside by the Frozen window pane
O, enough, we live - 0,and a life, O, with large results 0 and, so Little rife, O thy see it bearable 0 and see It worth,
Thou does death start Frame of thy flowers Stars glow in the dark time love spare so rare for thus love fell apart
God save the queen To sid vicious and the Sex pistols Olympic Dreams Twenty seven medals
O, come to talk to Thee O there is only thee O, I love the winters Nights
Boil up to the heavens Of fire. To the external craters Below. Far from my body of soul
I see a game this a shame To see you at my front door a dame of fame sits by the Shore. Delights to see the blue floor
the storm winds of autumn Make me shake by the lake The window pain rattle shake To ruffle a few wet feathers With birds singing by the lake
Yet you know upon you To let me suffer the pain The hurtfull strain in the Rain. Humilinate does you know sad
what from this barran land can we reap? our fields are dry my body Frail Go on the trail before thy fail
For the priest and the holy well And the bell .thy story tell., And for the spinning wheels, Spindle spun, And to walk over the sand dunes