Thomas William Arthur Tate Lyrics & Chords By Pete Scott

As I walked over the London bridge One misty morning early, I overheard a fair pretty maid Was lamenting for her Geordie. Oh, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain, ...read more

The beginning is now, it will always be. You say you lost your chance, then fate brought you defeat. But that means nothing, you look so sad. You've been listening to...read more