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Peter Paul Mary Flowers And Stones

sign?" And the man broke down In a private room Danny's mother wept As an old Jamaican woman swept And not by chance their eyes met (And she said) "

and short tempers that have cursed poor Ireland It's long memories and short tempers that have cursed poor Ireland We have cousins on the old sod and

of stone There's nothin' in here moving, and anyway I'm not alone You say you're lookin' for someone To pick you up each time you fall To gather flowers constantly and

day and I'm nearly done And I see by your gravestone you were only 19 When you joined the glorious fallen in 1916 And I hope you died quick and I hope

And since we met, I'd have to bet that's true There are times I look into your eyes when I can see the light of Love inside comin' shinin' through And

Yes there are hands here to comfort you And if you need there are tears to cry with you too And there are hearts that will sing with you And voices to

and beans from the Indians here washed down by German beer Marco Polo traveled by camel and pony, he brought to Italy, the first macaroni And you and