The Bristol Slaver Lyrics & Chords By Show Of Hands

The summer was the reason Why it took so long to see That even if I do possess Some seeds of honesty, There is no garden, So how come I have no land? I shall be waiting...read more

You sat in the back with all of your bags packed A torn bit of paper from under the stairs And you're following your heart but the heart is an axe And it’s calling her number...read more

"Good, my lord, will you stay then about my father's house And walk into these gardens green? In my arms I'll thee embrace. Ten thousand times I'll kiss your mouth, make...read more

This is a strange affair The time has come to travel but the road is filled with fear This is a strange affair My youth has all been wasted and I'm bent and gray with years And...read more

Willie sits in his stable door And he's combing his coal-black steed, And he's doubting on fair Margaret's love And his heart began to bleed, "Give corn unto my horse, mother, ...read more