She moved through the fair with a smile in her eyesSo

Where are those happy days, they seem so hard to findI

Alas poor john he was a prisonerFortune's fool for many a

Long years would be lost and over since the morning trainAnd

The days of our age are threescore years and tenAnd though

Where have all the flowers goneLong time passingWhere have all the

Well my furrows are filled with cornI have my woman to

There is something on my mindAnd I'm losing concentrationAnd I feel

Maybe I didn't love youQuite as good as I should haveMaybe

Is there anybody going to listen to my storyAll about the

In Dreams (written by Roy Orbison)From Beautiful DreamsBy Chris de BurghYear

Don't worry darlingThat's not forever in my eyesJust want to hold

A child is born on a battlefieldA soldier boy falls to

The last time I cried, I was sitting homeAnd it was

The hero says his final goodbyes, and there are tears in

Oh Lord, I'm tired, it's time to go to bedWay, after

Old man walking by the sea is dreamingDreaming of the days

is a menaceWith his "Anyone for tennis?"And he'd beseech

saw three kings riding through the desert as the

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