THE THIRD MAN (Bobby Helms - Teddy Wilburn - Frances Heighton) « © '65 Tree Publishing » Last night I dreamed I took a walk up Calvary
I was still aware of those around me I could hear their cries and sense their grief But was physically incapable Of responding to them in any way There
This van, our van is getting way too small I can?t find a good place in here to fall Help me, help you, answer the call Stay true to why we started it
I'm so glad you're awake, that you're not like the others 'Cause they're so straight-laced, they're no fun Gosh that's nice, that lingerie Makes me feel
Downstairs they're playing Kenton, the house set to swing Lay in my bed and listen to everything 'Cause Leo's in rare form tonight, his trombone sings
She walked in and said she didn't wanna know anymore (Anymore, anymore) Before I could ask why she was gone out the door (Out the door, out the door)
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed The little Lord Jesus, lay down His sweet head The stars in the sky, look down where He lay The little Lord Jesus
O come all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant o come ye o come ye o come ye to bethelehem. come and behold him born the king of angels o come let us adore
Sin and shame, guilt and pain Pride and your conceit Here and now lay them down At the Savior's feet What have you got to lose? What have you got to
I hate to be, to be the one Who's given up And feels that all our hope is gone But what I thought was a miracle Just turned into the same old Problem
Well, I got a message, I got a song Can I get a witness? Tell me what's going on I'll show the people a better way Maybe I will tomorrow, maybe I will
O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem Come and behold Him, born the King of angels Oh come, let us adore Him
Your love, oh Lord Reaches to the heavens And Your faithfulness Stretches to the skies And Your righteousness Is like the mighty mountains Your justice
A picture of Amsterdam Bare trees under glass Framed in the gray and white afternoon light Of a winter long past When I was a riser To Dublin I'd roam
Sun comes up, it's Tuesday morning Hits me straight in the eye Guess you forgot to close the blind last night Oh, that's right, I forgot it was me I
As she walks in the room, scented and tall Hesitating once more And as I take on myself and the bitterness I felt Realize that love flows Wild white
from the seven hundred seventy and seven whores we were born here, within the realm of the blind with your knees sticked to the soil rain washed our shoulders
[Music: SidegA?rd] [Lyrics: SidegA?rd, Ramstedt] 666 - we vomit on the crucifix Hell - as we come forth you'll hear demonic cries Fire - from the flames
