Pocket Song Lyrics & Chords By Harvey Andrews

There's sickness in this land Hearts have turned to sand Crushed with an iron hand There's justice in the streets They fooled you for so long You can't tell right from...read more

This ae nighte, this ae nighte, Every nighte and alle, Fire and fleet and candle-lighte, And Christe receive thy saule. When thou from hence away art past, Every nighte and...read more

When o'er the hill the eastern star Tells bughtin time is near, my jo, And owsen frae the furrow'd field Return sae dowf and weary O; Down by the burn, where birken buds ...read more

Here's a health to the jolly blacksmith, the best of all fellows Who works at his anvil while the boy blows the bellows Which makes his bright hammer to rise and to fall Here's...read more

Come walk the streets of crime And colour bright the corners Of love with the earth See the dazzling nightlife grow Beyond the dawn and burning In the heart of Soho Hear...read more