四十个无亲无故的年头

On the quiet street in the city A little old man walked alone Shuffing through the autumn afternoon And the autumn leaves reminded him Another summer'se and gone He had long a long midnight ahead

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me I once was lost, but now I'm found Was blind but now I see T'was grace that taught my heart to fear And grace my fears relieved How

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger I am a poor wayfaring stranger Travelling through this world of woe and there is no sickness, no toil, no danger In that fairy land to which I go I＇m going there To

Morning has broken like the first morning Blackbird has spoken like the first bird Praise for the singing,praise for the morning Praise for them springing fresh from the world Sweet the rains new

Tell me you love me Tell me that you're mine again Tell me you won't turn away Turn like the seasons Turn back to me once again Circling all the way Walking love from an endless sleep

Diamonds And Rust sunnybug.1816. Well I'll be damned Here.es your ghost again But that's not unusual It's just that the moon is full And you happened to call And here I sit Hand on the telephone