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Fury in the Slaughterhouse

Grey November Day Lyrics

by Fury in the Slaughterhouse on album Miscellaneous

As far as I know, it was a grey November day In 1959 when it began My mum used to wash all my tears away Trying to protect her little son I was supposed to be a doctor I was supposed to be a man Who

Fury In the Slaughterhouse

Grey November Day Lyrics

by Fury In the Slaughterhouse on album The Color Fury

As far as I know It was a grey November day, in 1959 when it began my mum used to wash all my tears away trying to protect her little son I was supposed to be a doctor I was supposed to be a man who w

Fury In the Slaughterhouse

Grey November Day Lyrics

by Fury In the Slaughterhouse on album The Color Fury

As far as I know It was a grey November day, in 1959 when it began my mum used to wash all my tears away trying to protect her little son I was supposed to be a doctor I was supposed to be a man who w

Eddie Coffey

Grey Foggy Day Lyrics

by Eddie Coffey on album Jack of All Trades

Been some years ago since I left for my island to go to the mainland like the old folks would say as I walked up the gang way and I stood on the star bird and I gazed on the harbour on a Grey Foggy Da

Nikki Hornsby

October Day Lyrics

by Nikki Hornsby on album Just Wait

HEY IT'S AN OCTOBER DAY AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO SHOW HOW MANY TIME I'VE LOOKED OUT IN THE CROWD AND SANG OUT LOUD Cause ONCE I COULD HAVE TOUCHED YOU AND LAID BY YOUR SIDE BUT LOVE IS A ST

Judy Dyble

I Hear a Song Lyrics

by Judy Dyble on album Anthology: Part One

In the wee small hours of the mornin' Before the break of dawn While the air is still and quiet And I lie awake alone Before the plovers are swooping And the flowers start to bloom The rhythm of my he

Judy Dyble

I Hear a Song (Demo 1973) Lyrics

by Judy Dyble on album Anthology, Pt. One

In the wee small hours of the mornin' Before the break of dawn While the air is still and quiet And I lie awake alone Before the plovers are swooping And the flowers start to bloom The rhythm of my he