Hush little baby,
I'll sing you a lullaby,
I'll rock your cradle,
I'll be there even after I die.
I'll sing you a lullaby,
I'll rock your cradle,
I'll be there even after I die.
She cried her heart out,
She sang across the plateau,
On her voice she had no doubt,
This was her memento...
To express your mind use a pen,
The ink of your blood,
The army of men,
Words that initiated at the mud.
The incessant light,behind the curtain,
What an eccentric sight!
Who could ever be certain?
Are we strong enough to judge the power of light?
The village fair,
The glee festival,
We'll take a bus there,
We'll listen to the choir of angles.
Blends of voices,
The mighty church bell,
The power of choices,
In here we dwell.
What an audience!
My fellow villagers,
Look at the mundane ambiance,
The raising body temperature!
The village fair,
A drug called euphoria,
It mixed with the air,
That was the inception of a new era.
Picture from the net- (alan-whitehead.org.uk)
She sang across the plateau,
On her voice she had no doubt,
This was her memento...
To express your mind use a pen,
The ink of your blood,
The army of men,
Words that initiated at the mud.
The incessant light,behind the curtain,
What an eccentric sight!
Who could ever be certain?
Are we strong enough to judge the power of light?
The village fair,
The glee festival,
We'll take a bus there,
We'll listen to the choir of angles.
Blends of voices,
The mighty church bell,
The power of choices,
In here we dwell.
What an audience!
My fellow villagers,
Look at the mundane ambiance,
The raising body temperature!
The village fair,
A drug called euphoria,
It mixed with the air,
That was the inception of a new era.
Picture from the net- (alan-whitehead.org.uk)
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