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That's it for me. Goodnight, Pri xoxoxo. I hope that you get some sleep tonight. 
Goodness Jerry you are desperate for the warm weather awww {{{{{hugs}}}}} sounds like you need to move to Florida or some warm place* hope you have the sweetest dreams and sleep well Jerry..thank you for the pretty pics..Redd will love them too...Xoxoxoxo ok special just for you because you are SO missing the summer here you go...*
Some pups and kittens for you Vdave {{{{{hugs}}}}}}well everyone can enjoy them*
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Vdave..here's a song for you* and well everyone can enjoy it too*
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Hope everybody's ringing on their own bell, this fine morning, yeah Hope everyone's connected to that long distance phone Old man, he's a mountain, old man, he's an island Old man, he's a waking says, "I'm going to call, call all my children home"
Hope everybody's dancing to their own drum this fine morning, yeah The beat of distant Africa or a Polish factory town Old man, he's calling for his supper, he's calling for his whiskey Calling for his sons and daughters, calling, calling all his children round
Sharp ears are tuned in to the drones and chanters warming, yeah Mist blowing round some headland, somewhere in your memory Everyone is from somewhere, even if you've never been there So take a minute to remember the part of you That might be the old man calling me
How many wars you're fighting out there, this winters morning? Yeah Maybe it's always time for another Christmas song Old man he's asleep now but he's got appointments to keep now Dreaming of his sons and his daughters, yeah Proving, proving that the blood is strong
Hope everybody's dancing to their own drum this fine morning, yeah The beat of distant Africa or a Polish factory town Old man, he's calling for his supper, he's calling for his whiskey Calling for his sons and daughters, calling, calling all his children round
Sharp ears are tuned in to the drones and chanters warming, yeah Mist blowing round some headland, somewhere in your memory Everyone is from somewhere, even if you've never been there So take a minute to remember the part of you That might be the old man calling me
How many wars you're fighting out there, this winters morning? Yeah Maybe it's always time for another Christmas song Old man he's asleep now but he's got appointments to keep now Dreaming of his sons and his daughters, yeah Proving, proving that the blood is strong
Oh wow Whodat*..love those wow they are fantastic thank you so* aww you are a sweetheart...i never heard those before.. they are so pretty**.....that was so nice of you..thank you for sharing.*..everyone will enjoy them {{{{hugs}}} here you go goth man* ha*
ps love the lyhrics too*** xoxoxo
ps love the lyhrics too*** xoxoxo
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Now is the solstice of the year,
winter is the glad song that you hear.
Seven maids move in seven time.
Have the lads up ready in a line.
Ring out these bells.
Ring out, ring solstice bells.
Ring solstice bells.
Join together beneath the mistletoe.
by the holy oak whereon it grows.
Seven druids dance in seven time.
Sing the song the bells call, loudly chiming.
Ring out these bells.
Ring out, ring solstice bells.
Ring solstice bells.
Praise be to the distant sister sun,
joyful as the silver planets run.
Seven maids move in seven time.
Sing the song the bells call, loudly chiming.
Ring out those bells.
Ring out, ring solstice bells.
Ring solstice bells.
Ring on, ring out.
Ring on, ring out.
Not Christmas themed , but about kitty cats
Muscled, black with steel-green eye
swishing through the rye grass
with thoughts of mouse-and-apple pie.
Tail balancing at half-mast.
...And the mouse police never sleeps ---
lying in the cherry tree.
Savage bed foot-warmer of purest feline ancestry.
Look out, little furry folk!
He's the all-night working cat.
Eats but one in every ten ---
leaves the others on the mat.
...And the mouse police never sleeps ---
waiting by the cellar door.
Window-box town crier;
birth and death registrar.
With claws that rake a furrow red ---
licensed to multilate.
From warm milk on a lazy day
to dawn patrol on hungry hate.
...No, the mouse police never sleeps ---
climbing on the ivy.
Windy roof-top weathercock.
Warm-blooded night on a cold tile.
Muscled, black with steel-green eye
swishing through the rye grass
with thoughts of mouse-and-apple pie.
Tail balancing at half-mast.
...And the mouse police never sleeps ---
lying in the cherry tree.
Savage bed foot-warmer of purest feline ancestry.
Look out, little furry folk!
He's the all-night working cat.
Eats but one in every ten ---
leaves the others on the mat.
...And the mouse police never sleeps ---
waiting by the cellar door.
Window-box town crier;
birth and death registrar.
With claws that rake a furrow red ---
licensed to multilate.
From warm milk on a lazy day
to dawn patrol on hungry hate.
...No, the mouse police never sleeps ---
climbing on the ivy.
Windy roof-top weathercock.
Warm-blooded night on a cold tile.
ooh love them Whodat sweetheart* those are wonderful * and the lyrics too oh that was so sweet of you..i love when you share your music with us ...thank you Whodat..what fun ..i never knew they sung Christmas songs and love the kittie one too** oh the biggest {{{{hugs}}}} to you...thank you so* for sharing..* xoxxoxo always try to find 'goth ones for you* and some Christmas too...*
Whodat love it * just love it they are great...you always bring such goodies* thank you so...have sweetest dreams and sleep well Whodat * {{{{hugs}}}} and thank you so much for sharing..* love, Pri xoxxoxo
PS Whodat is the goth man that is why you see these pics friends ha* here you go Whodat***
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PS Whodat is the goth man that is why you see these pics friends ha* here you go Whodat***
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oh how lovely JJ *thank you so *..sweetest dreams to you sweet friend. sleep well and good i hope you are feeling better too ***and thank you so* {{{{{hugs}}}} ****
Good night everyone...........
Beautiful song about love and loss
Realising a form out of stone,
Set hands moving.
Roan shaped his heart,
Through his working hands.
Worked to mold his passion into clay,
Like the sun.
In his room, his lady,
She would dance and sing so completely.
"So be still," he now cries,
"I have time, oh let clay transform thee so."
In the deep cold of night,
Winter calls, he cries "Don't deny me!"
For his lady, deep her illness.
Time has caught her,
And will for all reasons take her.
In the still light of dawn, she dies.
Helpless hands soul revealing.
Like leaves we touch, we learn.
We once knew the story.
As winter calls he will starve,
All but to see the stone be life.
Now Roan, no more tears.
Set to work his strength,
So transformed him.
Realizing a form out of stone,
His work so absorbed him.
Could she hear him?
Could she see him?
All aglow was his room,
Dazed in this light.
He would touch her,
He would hold her.
Laughing as they danced,
Highest colors touching others.
Did her eyes at the turn of the century,
Tell me plainly.
How we'll meet, how we'll love,
Oh, let life so transform me.
Like leaves we touch, we dance.
We once knew the story.
As autumn called and we both,
Remembered all those many years ago.
I'm sure we know.
Was the sign in the day with a touch,
As I kiss your fingers.
We walk hands in the sun,
Memories when we're young,
Love lingers so.
Was it sun through the haze,
That made all your looks,
As warm as moonlight?
As a pearl deep your eyes,
Tears have flown away,
All the same light.
Did her eyes at the turn of the century,
Tell me plainly.
When we meet, how we'll look,
As we smile time will leave me clearly.
Like leaves we touch, we see,
We will know the story.
As autumn calls we'll both remember,
All those many years ago.
Whodat love it * just love it they are great...you always bring such goodies* thank you so...have sweetest dreams and sleep well Whodat * {{{{hugs}}}} and thank you so much for sharing..* love, Pri xoxxoxo
PS Whodat is the goth man that is why you see these pics friends ha* here you go Whodat***
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