Two lovers stood in the white, white sand Dark-eyed maiden and her tall lover man With surprise and pain in her eyes Clung to the hand of her tall lover man
"They're lyin' to me, aren't they, Jim?", she asked him "That fair-haired girl with those blue, blue eyes Is not your wife, is she Jim?" And with tears in her eyes and her sad, sad cries She clung to the hand of her tall lover man
In the darkness, he let go off her hand "I'm not to blame, it was a game 'Cause that fair-haired woman is my wife And she will be all of my life"
"You're lyin' to me, aren't you Jim?", she asked him "If lovin' me was a sport, then your life will be short" She said to him, "My Jim" And the blade of the maid struck the man And the blood flowed in the sand from her tall lover man
Two lovers lyin' in the white, white sand "I'll die with you, my tall lover man" And her blade found its mark in the dark She clung to the hand of her tall lover man
"They're lyin' to me, aren't they, Jim?", she asked him "That fair-haired girl, those blue, blue eyes Won't be your wife, my Jim" With tears in her eyes and sad, sad cries She died in the sand with her tall lover man
You have heard of little Moses in the bull rush You have heard of fearless David and his sling You have heard the story told of dreaming Joseph And of Jonah and the whale you often sing
Well, there is going to be a meeting in the air In that sweet, sweet by and by Well, I am going to meet you, meet you over there In that home beyond the sky
So the singing you will hear never heard by mortals ears Will be glorious, yes, I do declare And God's own son will be the leading one At that meeting in the air
Well, there is going to be a meeting in the air In that sweet, sweet by and by Well, I am going to meet you, meet you over there In that home beyond the sky
So the singing you will hear never heard by mortals ears Will be glorious, yes, I do declare And God's own son will be the leading one At that meeting in the air
I got tired of New York City, of its sidewalks and its heat So I got myself a great big horse and I rode him down the street And then I hollered, hi, ho, Silver and, get 'em up, Scout But I suffered aggravation and a great humiliation So I finally said I'd let the story out
You can't ride a big white horse into the front of Gatsby's door You can't call out, hi, ho, Silver as you scoot across the floor Twenty big Italians had me bent down on my knees And I cried, oh, ouch, help Lord, and Mama mia, please
Well, he broke into a cantor down around ol' Times Square And my cowboy boots and hat, I left them somewhere way back there Then he stomped and reared and turned and bucked and took off to the South And I slid through Gatsby's Restaurant with his tail stuck in my mouth.
But you can't ride a big white horse into the front of Gatsby's door You don't call out, hi, ho, Silver as you scoot across the floor Twenty big Italians had me bent down on my knees And I cried, oh, ouch, help Lord, and Mama mia, please
Now, down at Gatsby's Restaurant, there's a picture hanging there Of a petrified Italian with escargot in his hair And there's a big, white horse rug lying by the door And I'm washing dishes in the back and sweepin' up the floor
But you don't ride a big, white horse into the front of Gatsby's door You don't call out, hi, ho, Silver as you scoot across the floor Twenty big Italians had me bent down on my knees And I cried, oh, ouch, help Lord, and Mama mia, please
Free love is the goin' thing So I took off my wedding ring And embarked on my final fling Of losin' you Borrowed love is awful cheap He was fun but I can't sleep I toss and turn and then I weep I'm losin' you
But I'd like to take that man I made And choke him on the bed we laid 'Cause he ain't worth the price I paid of losin you
I searched my heart to see if I Could catch you in a little lie And in some way justify Losin' you I thought love grew weak with age Oh ho, how I misread the gage You wrote the book, I turned the page And I'm losin' you
But I'd like to take that man I made And choke him on the bed we laid 'Cause he ain't worth the price I paid Of losin you
Free love is the goin' thing So I took off my wedding ring And embarked on my final fling Of losin' you Borrowed love is awful cheap He was fun but I can't sleep I toss and turn and then I weep I'm losin' you
But I'd like to take that man I made And choke him on the bed we laid 'Cause he ain't worth the price I paid Of losin you He ain't worth the price I paid of losin' you
Love is a burnin' thing And it makes a fiery ring Bound by wild desire I fell into a ring of fire
I fell into a burnin' ring of fire I went down, down, down And the flames went higher And it burns, burns, burns The ring of fire, the ring of fire
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I fell into a burnin' ring of fire I went down, down, down And the flames went higher And it burns, burns, burns The ring of fire, the ring of fire
The taste of love is sweet When hearts like ours meet I fell for you like a child Oh, but the fire went wild
I fell into a burnin' ring of fire I went down, down, down And the flames went higher And it burns, burns, burns The ring of fire, the ring of fire And it burns, burns, burns The ring of fire, the ring of fire
