For tears I'll drench you, for mama crying, for this cold bed you gave me to lie in,
for this cold bed you gave me to lie in, for this cold bed you gave me to lie in, for this
cold bed you gave me to lie in.
Let us wash all your tears away, where can I turn for alleviation, a run, a leap, and
obliteration, one leap, and never more need I cry, and there's the story which wouldn't
die.
I snap my fingers and toss my troubles into the wind as if empty bubbles, and Harmon whistles
some catchy song.
Let us gather our worlds and reene election, and on Council��Chance I open mine.

then a little, I feel pain.
A likely fellow, with class and station, and what a block on his reputation should she
refuse him, for honor sake but if she does, how her heart will break.
And you or yours.




Indeed, a black flower she discovered
By Vito Lake, where it hung and hovered
So lonely on a cowpath bare
And t'was so odd that it should be there
Life is a race and a giddy climbing
And much turns unheed in a sense of timing
And while you were doodling and failed to try
Perhaps your happiness passed you by
Disturbing dreams are occurring rightly
I will dream
And therapids, midst, swirls, unci requires
And what I wonder, can it pretend?
There's always highwater, where I win'd
There was no picnic, the old year dyin'
It's disappointment as we're often tryin'
But now it's afrom the hat to mend, St Pacificham.
Now for sunshine and spring we're bound So here's to Christmas the next time round
© transcript Emily Beynon