Gathering The Archangels Lyrics & Chords By Gila

Mary, oh Mary, so quite contrary How does your garden grow? These silver bells and cockle shells And pretty men all in a row Went to see contrary Mary Told her I refuse to...read more

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Fog dangling thick Can't see the right road, streets are sick The eight day mill it might grind slow But it grinds fine, yeah Indian rope man, while looking on Tells common...read more

Each morning when he wakes up from a nightmare sleep He rushes into his reality Then his head is full of duty, law and discipline Injunctions, orders, punctuality When he...read more

Jennifer, your red hair's burning Yellow jokes come out of your mind Jennifer, your red hair's burning Yellow jokes come out of your mind Jennifer, your red hair's burning ...read more