Orphans Of Wealth Don McLean

all those who wait With bent limbs and minds that are feeble And the rain falls and blows through their window And the snow falls and blows through their door And the seasons revolve mid their sounds of

Orphans Beck

Think I`m stranded but I don`t know where I got this diamond that don`t know how to shine In the sun where these dark winds wail And these children leave their rulers behind As we cross ten leagues from

Respectable Don Mclean

Respectable: Lyrics Respectable by: Don McLean on: Tapestry Ah, it ain't so easy is it? You almost lost your place.

Homeless Brother Don McLean

And they hear the holy silence of the temples in the hill, And they see the ragged tatters as another kind of thrill.

Vincent (Don McLean) JK 김동욱

them free: They would not listen they did not know how Perhaps they listen now Starry starry night Flamin' flowers that brightly blaze Swirling clouds in violet haze Reflect in Vincent`s eyes of

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS Various Artists

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GO TELL IT ON THE MOUNTAIN Various Artists

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Vincent - Don McLean JK 김동욱

them free They would not listen they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now Starry starry night Flaming flowers that brightly blaze Swirling clouds in violet haze Reflect in Vincent's eyes of

Vincent (Don McLean) noon

Starry, starry night Flaming flowers that brightly blaze Swirling clouds in violet haze Reflect in Vincent`s eyes of china blue Colors changing hue orning fields of amber grain Weathered faces lined

Orphans Deacon Blue

I now describe my country As if to strangers This train is full of songs Of local winners And the wind surrounds the towers And the flags they are blowing And the bunting and the distance Stretches over

Mountains Of Mourne Don McLean

Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight With people here working by day and by night They don't sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat But there's gangs of them diggin' for gold in the street At least when

Orphans Coldplay

Boom boom ka, buba de ka Boom boom ka, buba de ka Boom boom ka, buba de ka Rosaleen of the Damascene Yes, she had eyes like the moon Would have been on the silver screen But for the missile monsoon

Tapestry Don Mclean

Tapestry: Lyrics Tapestry by: Don McLean on: Tapestry Every thread of creation is held in position By still other strands of things living In an earthly tapestry hung from the skyline Of smoldering

Sitting On Top Of The World Don McLean

It was in the spring, one sunny day My sweetheart left me, Lord, she went away And now she's gone and I don't worry For I'm sitting on top of the world Mississippi river is deep and wide My sweetheart's

Crying In The Chapel Don McLean

The tears I shed were tears of joy I know the meaning of contentment Now I am happy with the Lord Just a plain and simple chapel Where humble people go to pray I pray the Lord that I'll grow stronger As

The Grave Don Mclean

The Grave: Lyrics The Grave by: Don McLean on: American Pie The grave that they dug him had flowers Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors, And the brown earth bleached white at

Aftermath Don McLean

Windows in a silent room , sunlight burns the walls to black Angles and dimensions melt while colors drip and pillows crack Reflections of my memories like pictures pasted on a sheet The ribbon film

Mountains O'Mourne Don McLean

Oh, Mary, this London`s a wonderful sight With people here working by day and by night They don`t sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat But there`s gangs of them diggin` For gold in the street At least when

Going For The Gold Don McLean

I chased a lot of rainbows Down a lot of roads Thinking love was something to be bought or sold But I finally found a treasure And it's right here in your eyes Now my golden dreams are of golden rings

Castles In The Air Don Mclean

And if she asks you why you can tell her that I told you That I'm tired of Castles in the Air I've got a dream I want the world to share in castle walls Just leave me to despair Hills of forest

Castles In The Air (Mediarts Ver.) Don McLean

And if she asks you why, you can tell her that I told you That I'm tired of castles in the air. I've got a dream I want the world to share And castle walls just lead me to despair.

Sister Fatima Don Mclean

The spirit of Fatima still rules the Earth She knows your future, she knows what it's worth Sister Fatima has God-given powers And on 42nd Street a shop that sells flowers Is her palace, come and be

Sister Fatima Don McLean

The spirit of Fatima still rules the Earth She knows your future, she knows what it's worth Sister Fatima has God-given powers And on 42nd Street a shop that sells flowers Is her palace, come and be healed

Building My Body Don McLean

I'm building my body I'm happy when I'm building my body I'm tired of fighting, let's make friends I'm tired of burning both ends That's why I'm building my body It hurts me but I'm building my body And

Empty Chairs Don Mclean

feel the trembling tingle of a sleepless night, Creep through my fingers and the moon is bright.

Magdalene Lane (Live) Don McLean

The angels are lost in the city of stars Wise men are down on their knees And the Fruitman of Freeway will sell you his cars When he's sure that you can't find the keys And the ladies on Magdalene Lane

The Legend Of Andrew McCrew Don McLean

Verse 1: Down on nightmare alley, where the shady people sway a hobo came a-hikin' on a salty summer day Well he hopped a freight in Dallas, and he rode out of sight But on a turn he slipped, and he lost

Driedel Don Mclean

I feel like a spinning top or a Dreidel The spinning don't stop when you leave the cradle You just slow down Round and around the world you go Spinning through the lives of the people you know We

Dreidel Don Mclean

Written by Don McLean I feel like a spinnin' top or a dreidel -- The spinnin' don't stop when you leave the cradle, You just slow down.

Magdalene Lane Don McLean

The angels are lost in the city of stars The wise men are down on their knees And the fruit man of freeway will sell you his cars When he's sure that you can't find the keys And the ladies on Magdalene

Till Tomorrow Don Mclean

be - can you tell me Would you like to discover Why we're not free - to be lovers I've been wanting to ask you 1.Chorus Where has all the love gone And what have we become Storm clouds full of

Vincent Don Mclean

them free They would not listen they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now Starry, starry night Flaming flowers that brightly blaze Swirling clouds in violet haze Reflect in Vincent's eyes of

Vincent (Starry, Starry Night) Don Mclean

them free They would not listen they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now Starry, starry night Flaming flowers that brightly blaze Swirling clouds in violet haze Reflect in Vincent's eyes of

Vincent Don Mclean

free They would not listen they did not know how Perhaps they listen now Stary stary night Flaming flowers that brightly blaze Swirling clouds in violet haze Reflect in vincent's eyes of

Vincent Don Mclean

they would not listen they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now Starry starry night Flamin' flowers that brightly blaze Swirling clouds in violet haze Reflect in Vincent's eyes of

Vincent Don Mclean

they would not listen they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now Starry starry night Flamin' flowers that brightly blaze Swirling clouds in violet haze Reflect in Vincent's eyes of

Babylon Don Mclean

By the waters The waters Of Babylon. We lay down and wept And wept For thee Zion. We remember Thee remember Thee remember Thee Zion

General Store Don McLean

Campbell Lovely day today I heard about the fire I wonder what the papers say Let's see now Give me fifty shotgun shells And a hundred feet of rope Just add that to my bill Says here there ain't no hope

Vincent (해석본) Don Mclean

They would not listen they're not listening still Perhaps they'll listen now Starry, starry night Flaming flowers that brightly blaze Swirling clouds in violet haze Reflect in Vincent's eyes of

Crossroads Don Mclean

Crossroads: Lyrics Crossroads by: Don McLean on: American Pie I've got nothing on my mind: Nothing to remember, Nothing to forget.

Prime Time Don McLean

Well this is life, this is Prime Time This is livin' the American way I was ridin' on the subway in the afternoon I saw some kids 'a beatin' out a funky tune The lady right in front of me was old and brown

Jump Don McLean

(Chorus) Well, I'm thinkin' about a thousand things, I'm a losin' lots of sleep. I'm glidin' on my inner wings, I'm gettin' set to leap. I'm ridin' on my pony, I'm lettin' out my rope.

Oh My What A Shame Don McLean

the old Church yard And they promised to be true to each other No matter how hard their lives might be But like meteors that fell through moments parallel They were soon to cross And on different plots of

If We Try Don McLean

'Cause I see love as just a state of mind. And who knows what it is that we might find, if we try. You're walkin' a different direction from most people I've met.

Vincent (국민은행 광고 음악) Don McLean

free They would not listen, they did not know how Perhaps they\'ll listen now Starry, starry night Flaming flowers that brightly blaze Swirling clouds in violet haze Reflect in Vincent\'s eyes of

Superman's Ghost Don McLean

(Chorus) Verse 3 "I'm red white and blue, I've got justice to do I'm the man of your fantasy dreams But I'm an alien man from an alien land Who's alive on your orthicon screens.

Vincent! Don Mclean

t's eyes of China blue Colors changing hue/ 빈센트의 파아란 눈망울에 비칩니다 Morning field of amber grain Weathered faces lined in pain are soothed/ 곡식이 익는 황금빛의 아침 들판으로 색은 바뀌고 Beneath artist's loving hand/

American Pie Don Mclean

chevy to the levee But the levee was dry And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die Did you write the Book of

Love Me Tender Don McLean

me tender, love me true All my dreams fulfill For my darling I love you And I always will Love me tender, love me dear Tell me you are mine I\'ll be yours through all the years Till the end of

Crying ( Original Recording ) Don Mclean

couldn't tell That I'd been crying over you crying over you Then you said so long and left me standing all alone Alone and crying crying vcrying crying It's hard to understand That the touch of