O,
Inspired by the Bronte sisters
Thou dear jack frost To this freeze Thy hands and toes To look outside by the Frozen window pane
O.,er the banks Of the boni doon Touch and sit by The slippery moon O,.er the fields of
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
draw draw draw Near the artists lair Upon he sits on the Gallery chair Lay with honey yellow
In this open space I thee Lie upon I see trees on Either side and all there leaves to fall In my eyes
Gapes around the silent arena Tis inside bugle trumpets bull ca… Tis of wild angry soundings foot Bounds and spurns the angry mighty Brute, first run in the sand pit,…
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
God save the queen To sid vicious and the Sex pistols Olympic Dreams Twenty seven medals
Some books are short And sweet Some books are lies From end to end Some books are true
Thou does death start Frame of thy flowers Stars glow in the dark time love spare so rare for thus love fell apart
Ah. let the sweet angels Dream. Keep his eye lids on thy Pillow, Fever make us all thin and
Still waters of the stream Row in my boat in the river Tay. Upon the swans of the lake Come up to side of the boat
what from this barran land can we reap? our fields are dry my body Frail Go on the trail before thy fail
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
O, come to talk to Thee O there is only thee O, I love the winters Nights