Gypsy

Lyrics:

I'm just a gypsy who gets paid
For all the songs that I have played
And all the records that I have made
I'm part of a caravan
I have travelled on the land
Making music for my fellow man
And every song I played or wrote
With a sad or happy note

Some are made to make you laugh
Some are made to make you cry
I don't know the reason why

But I'll continue to travel
Though my guitar's old and tiring fast

She just listens to me
Her music means more to me than any other woman I have known
She just listens to me
Her music means more to me than any other woman I have known

And I'll continue to travel though my guitar's old and tiring fast
She just listens to me
Her music means more to me than any other woman I have known
She just listens to me
Her music means more to me than any other woman I have known

Sinead O'Connor: Gloomy Sunday

Lyrics:

Sunday is gloomy,
My hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows
I live with are numberless
Little white flowers
Will never awaken you
Not where the black coaches
Sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thoughts
Of ever returning you
Wouldn’t they be angry
If I thought of joining you?

Gloomy sunday

Gloomy is sunday,
With shadows I spend it all
My heart and i
Have decided to end it all
Soon there’ll be candles
And prayers that are said I know
But let them not weep
Let them know that I’m glad to go
Death is no dream
For in death I’m caressin’ you
With the last breath of my soul
I’ll be blessin’ you

Gloomy sunday

Dreaming, I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you asleep
In the deep of my heart here
Darling I hope
That my dream never haunted you
My heart is tellin’ you
How much I wanted you
Gloomy sunday

Andrew Lloyd Weber: The Phantom of the Orepa

Lyrics:

In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came
That voice which calls to me
And speaks my name
And do I dream again?
For now I find
The phantom of the opera is there,
Inside my mind

Sing once again with me
Our strange duet
My power over you
Grows stronger yet
And though you turn from me
to glance behind
The phantom of the opera is there
Inside your mind


Those who have seen your face
Draw back in fear
I am the mask you wear

It's me they hear


My spirit and my voice
In one combined
The phantom of the opera is there
inside my mind

He's there
the phantom of the opera
Beware the phantom of the opera

In all your fantasy
you always knew
that man and mystery...

Christine:
Were both in you

And in this Labarinth
Where night is blind
The Phantom of the Opera is here

Inside my mind

Terry Jacks: Seasons In The Sun

Lyrics:

Goodbye to you, my trusted friend.
We've known each other since we're nine or ten.
Together we climbed hills or trees.
Learned of love and ABC's,
skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.

Goodbye my friend, it's hard to die,
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Pretty girls are everywhere.
When you see them I'll be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the hills that we climbed
were just seasons out of time.

Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me,
I was the black sheep of the family.
You tried to teach me right from wrong.
Too much wine and too much song,
wonder how I get along.

Goodbye, Papa, it's hard to die
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Little children everywhere.
When you see them I'll be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the wine and the song,
like the seasons, all have gone.

Goodbye, Michelle, my little one.
You gave me love and helped me find the sun.
And every time that I was down
you would always come around
and get my feet back on the ground.

Goodbye, Michelle, it's hard to die
when all the bird are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
With the flowers ev'rywhere.
I whish that we could both be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the stars we could reach
were just starfishs on the beach.

U2: Never Let Me Go

Lyrics:

Wow. After I jumped, it ocurred to me. Life is perfect. Life is the best, full of magic, beauty, opportunity, and television. And surprises...lot's of surprises, yeah. And then there's the best stuff, of course. Better than anything anyone ever made up, 'cause it's real.



You take a stranger by the hand

A man who doesn't understand

His wildest dreams



You walk across the dirty sand

And offer him an ocean

Of what he's never seen



Maybe I was blind

Or I, I might have closed my eyes

Maybe I was dumb

But what I forgot to say

If you didn't know

Is never let me go



Never let me go

Never let me go

Never let me go



You run from love and don't believe

Unless it catches you by the heel

That even then, you struggle



From red I learned to cross the strand

Your footprints still there in the sand

Everything else, washed away



I may not be alone

Oh I, I may have found my home

I may have lost my way

But what I forgot to say

If you didn't know

Is never let me go



Never let me go

Never let me go