Fantasy At Ben Lomond In Scotland Lyrics & Chords By Andrei Krylov

Ah look at all the lonely people Ah look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice In the church where a wedding has been Lives in a dream Waits at the...read more

The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall The fly her spleen, the little spark his heat; The slender hairs cast shadows, through but small, And bees have stings, although they...read more

Flow, my tears, fall from your springs! Exiled for ever, let me mourn; Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings, There let me live forlorn. Down vain lights, shine you no...read more

Who ever thinks or hopes of love: Or who belov'd in Cupid's laws doth glory: Who joys in vows, or vows not to remove: Who by this light-god hath not been made sorry: Let him...read more

Come away, come sweet love The golden morning breaks. All the earth, all the air, Of love and pleasure speaks: Teach thine arms then to embrace, And sweet Rosy Lips to kiss,...read more