Adam Brand lyrics
Adam Brand lyrics
"Grandpa's Piano Lyrics"
Il Confine Lyrics
Sai cosa c'e? Ci sei te Da un po' in qua No non capisco ora te lo confesso E' assurdo sai? Ti cerco mentre Duemila "te" Mi girano intorno mi parlano e io Non li sento
Grandpa had a piano
It was built in 1904
He brought it down from Sydney town
Before the first World War
He'd sit down and crack his knuckles
Put his glasses on his head
When he's start to play the cat would run
and hide behind the bed
Well the right foot stomped the pedal
And his left foot stomped the floor
His wrinkled old hands were skippin' the keys
That wouldn't play no mor
He'd play "Onward Christian Soldier"
And the window panes would shake
When the man of 87 played his old 88
The piano sat in a corner
On a sagging hardwood floor
On top was a frame I'd made for him
With a picture of the Lord
A fadest Baptist hymnal
Took its place above the keys
We'd take turns sittin' by him
He'd nod, we'd turn the page
Well the right foot stomped the ped
And his left foot stomped the floor
His wrinkled old hands were skippin' the keys
That wouldn't play no more
He'd play "Onward Christian Soldier"
And the window panes would shake
When the man of 87 played his old 88
Well that old piano is silent now
It don't ring with joy no more
Except some times when the cat jumps down
When there's someone at the door
But I can see him up in heaven<
When God and all the angels
Let him lead "Amazing Grace"
Well the right foot stomped the pedal
And his left foot stomped the floor
His wrinkled old hands were skippin' the keys
That wouldn't play no more
He'd play "Onward Christian Soldier"
And the window panes would shake
When the man of 87 played his old 88
When the man of 87 played his old 88
Sai cosa c'e? Ci sei te Da un po' in qua No non capisco ora te lo confesso E' assurdo sai? Ti cerco mentre Duemila "te" Mi girano intorno mi parlano e io Non li sento
Grandpa had a piano
It was built in 1904
He brought it down from Sydney town
Before the first World War
He'd sit down and crack his knuckles
Put his glasses on his head
When he's start to play the cat would run
and hide behind the bed
Well the right foot stomped the pedal
And his left foot stomped the floor
His wrinkled old hands were skippin' the keys
That wouldn't play no mor
Mad World Lyrics
All around me are familiar faces Worn out places, worn out faces Bright and early for their daily races Going nowhere, going nowhere And their tears are filling up their glasses No expression,
eAll around me are familiar faces Worn out places, worn out faces Bright and early for their daily races Going nowhere, going nowhere And their tears are filling up their glasses No expression,
He'd play "Onward Christian Soldier"
And the window panes would shake
When the man of 87 played his old 88
The piano sat in a corner
On a sagging hardwood floor
On top was a frame I'd made for him
With a picture of the Lord
A fadest Baptist hymnal
Took its place above the keys
We'd take turns sittin' by him
He'd nod, we'd turn the page
Well the right foot stomped the ped
Dance Band On The Titanic Lyrics
Dance band on the Titanic Sing "Nearer, my God, to Thee" The iceberg's on the starboard bow Won't you dance with me Mama stood cryin' at the dockside Sayin' "Please son, don't tak
alDance band on the Titanic Sing "Nearer, my God, to Thee" The iceberg's on the starboard bow Won't you dance with me Mama stood cryin' at the dockside Sayin' "Please son, don't tak
And his left foot stomped the floor
His wrinkled old hands were skippin' the keys
That wouldn't play no more
He'd play "Onward Christian Soldier"
And the window panes would shake
When the man of 87 played his old 88
Well that old piano is silent now
It don't ring with joy no more
Except some times when the cat jumps down
When there's someone at the door
But I can see him up in heaven<
Wont Get Fooled Again Lyrics
We'll be fighting in the streets With our children at our feet And the morals that they worship will be gone And the men who spurred us on Sit in judgment of all wrong They decide an
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With a smile upon his faceWe'll be fighting in the streets With our children at our feet And the morals that they worship will be gone And the men who spurred us on Sit in judgment of all wrong They decide an
When God and all the angels
Let him lead "Amazing Grace"
Well the right foot stomped the pedal
And his left foot stomped the floor
His wrinkled old hands were skippin' the keys
That wouldn't play no more
He'd play "Onward Christian Soldier"
And the window panes would shake
When the man of 87 played his old 88
When the man of 87 played his old 88