Marching On Feat Bob Frances On Mandola Lyrics & Chords By Sarah Bear

Thick, thick fog is rolling in. I'm invisible. I like it a lot here. All the lights on the ships are barely breaking through. My God, it's beautiful. What is this I'm going...read more

I'm an acorn first I'm an old oak next I'm a girl dancing in her thinnest dress I'm the floodplains of England in this climate new, I'm the silk worm in the fingers of a...read more

A young man courted me two years we lay in the grass that grew so thick on the dunes of Biscay. With his eyes of golden brown it was a pleasure, but we were too young to know...read more

Oh, can anybody feel it? Heavy's the air it's the coming of April showers Oh, won't you please move out my way, now? Busy's the street and you're treading on all of the flowers ...read more

[Farma Giles] Operatic strangler, old English torpedo Phantom of the street, ghost in the cathedral Don't say you saw, no one will believe you I creep to the sea too, rest on...read more