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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. 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 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 노래 : Don Mclean (Adaption by Don Mclean) Don Mclean Music Courtesy of Don Mclean`s Benny Bird Co. Inc. GO TELL IT ON THE MOUNTAIN Various Artists 노래 : Don Mclean (Adaption by Don Mclean) Don Mclean Music Courtesy of Don Mclean`s Benny Bird Co. Inc. 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 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 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 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 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. 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