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I saw the splendor of the moonlight On Honolulu Bay There's something tender in the moonlight On Honolulu Bay And all the beaches are filled with peaches
DAVID WILCOX PLAY ON YOUR HARP When David was a shepherd boy He killed Goliath and it filled him full of joy So won't you play on your harp little
When the night comes and you fall asleep I'm always there to bring you the darkest nightmares I can hear you scream, you're body is bathing in sweat When
The harp that once : to oombayga and family The harp that once through tara's halls The soul of music shed Now hangs as mute on tara's walls As if that
I love to hear those good old songs they sing unto the Lord I love to play my old guitar with them and wanna choir I'm looking forward to the day when
Fear not my angel for the silent dove will take flight again. You will never need your tears as long as the air is free to soar. So smell the flower of
Dear Harp of my Country! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long; When proudly, my own Island Harp! I unbound thee
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Dear Harp of my Country. in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long; When proudly, my own Island Harp! I unbound thee
A do-dooooo. A do-dooooo. I saw the splendor of the moonlight on Honolulu Bay. There's something tender in the moonlight on Honolulu Bay. And all the
[Apollo' s lyre] Les filles du soleil ont les clefs portes celestes, de l'outretombe,du people des reves, dans les solstices,comme dards de feu, deux
I love to hear those good old songs they sing unto the Lord I love to play my old guitar with them and I wanna choir I'm looking forward to the day when
Ich seh den Regenbogen wenn er durch die Wolken fallt Die Blatter wehen im Wind vorbei In einer fruhen kalten Welt Ein Schatten streift fast unerkannt
now is the end of the gentile pluck aeolian harp my child beyond the lust of this moment thin as a pine slat it does no good to call you mine you
Bonjour douanier je suis le barde, releve ta hallebarde Ce petit bagage, ce petit etui Ce n'est pas celui d'un tueur a gages c'est ma crevette mon tetard
Gimme that harp boy Ain't no fat man's toy You hear what he is saying You hear he's saying today harp cry harp smiling Shiny moon white note Give