Тексты песен «Jane Siberry»

look at me, babe, look at me am I special or not? I love you do you love me? am I special or not? I'm combing your words for compliments am I special or not? I love you do you love me? am I special or not? we should...

What child is this who's laid to rest On Mary's lap is sleeping? Whom angels greet with anthems sweet While shepherd's watch are keeping This, this is Christ the King Whom shepherds guard and angels sing Haste, haste...

What is this lovely fragrance stealing? Shepherds that fills the winter air Never was sweetness so appealing Never were flowers of spring so fair What is this lovely fragrance stealing? Shepherds that fills the winter...

When last I was a fisherman I'd watch the storms rise up from the sea And see it as a sign to me That the sea was still my mistress And teasing me for love When last I was a fisherman I'd watch the whale-fish blow And...

stand here on the bridge with me and look down below see how high the river is from all the melting snow I think the river is laughing like a thousand old ladies like a thousand silver chimes in the wind ah, when...

Sing o the wild wood, the green holly The silent river and barren tree The humble creatures that no man sees Sing O the wild wood A weary journey one winter's night No hope of shelter, no rest in sight Who was the...

there's a hole in the roof where the rain comes in would you go? or say it is a long and dusty road and your feet are bare and your throat is parched and you don't know where to go and a man stepped forward and said...

It is very quiet here--so still I don't live here--I live down the hill On this winter's afternoon The distant sun--it slowly swings the room around This room hangs on a golden chain Suspended Frozen Frozen in time...

I think it is the hardest when I see you look at her in a way I thought was only meant for me --- inspired by me and my heart is black and heavy it is slags of Merthyr Tydfil and it heaves once and then it sighs once...

You say, you are standing alone in the middle of a vast emptiness That stretches as far as you can see, there are no signs of life Only a grainy blue sea that moves around you Like some kind of drunken ocean around you...

You will be born into a strange and desolate place It will be called, 'The average home' The times will be restless and full of uncertainty It will be full of violence, the end of the century You will silently question...