The Garden Where The Praties Grow Lyrics & Chords By John Mccormack

I used to believe That fate did not apply to me I used to believe That I had rules all of my own But my perfect world, It came crashing down On the night you went and left...read more

There is a voice in the silence A voice ever calling A voice like the song of a far distant sea A music the soul Of the wild breakers roaring If floats like a dream O'er...read more

Che bella cosa na jurnata 'e sole, n'aria serena doppo na tempesta! Pe' ll'aria fresca pare gia' na festa... Che bella cosa na jurnata 'e sole. Ma n'atu sole ...read more

Sussurra il vento come quella sera vento d’aprile di primavera che il volto le sfiorava in un sospiro mentre il suo labbro ripeteva giuro ma pur l’amore é un vento di...read more

You fill up my senses like a night in the forest Like the mountains in springtime Like a walk in the rain Like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean You fill up my...read more