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

O, come to talk to Thee O there is only thee O, I love the winters Nights

draw draw draw Near the artists lair Upon he sits on the Gallery chair Lay with honey yellow

Oh I wait to see To the color of Blue Oh what can I do Sing a song for

God save the queen To sid vicious and the Sex pistols Olympic Dreams Twenty seven medals

The sails were full and a fair win… Blows, and the English Dutch flee… Mast show. As to fast away Plymouth to the w… Cliffs of Dover, the HMS ship th…

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

I stand upon the Venice bridge Of sighs, A palace and a prison on each Side. I saw from the tidal waves so

This open glen was thick with Thorns Tis then the white of the flower hide the horns of the shy fallow Deer

Yet you know upon you To let me suffer the pain The hurtfull strain in the Rain. Humilinate does you know sad

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

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

O.,er the banks Of the boni doon Touch and sit by The slippery moon O,.er the fields of

Thou dear jack frost To this freeze Thy hands and toes To look outside by the Frozen window pane