The Hills Of Glenshee Lyrics & Chords By Carla Sciaky

False sir John a-wooing came to a maid of beauty rare May Colvin was her name, her father's only heir We wooed her but he wooed her ben, he wooed her in the hall 'Til he's gotten...read more

We gather every August here To celebrate our game And raise above our number Those heroes we can name But today I want to tell my Dad A thing he never thought he'd hear: I...read more

Too late for telegram And it's too late for remorse Too late like Lots wife looking Over her salt shoulder Like the Corrib river running out Thirsting for the sea One...read more

Mccutcheon John Miscellaneous Christmas In The Trenches My name is Francis Tolliver. I come from Liverpool. Two years ago the war was waiting for me after school. To Belgium...read more

At the moment they brought me the message I was oceans and hours away Wondering what I was doing The moment that you slipped away At the moment I'm looking out windows At a...read more