Back on the Breadline
There blows a lily fair.
The twilight gleam is in her eye,
The night is on her hair.
And like a lovesick lenashee
She hath my heart in thrall.
No life have I, no liberty,
For love is Lord of all.
And often when the beetles horn
Has lulled the eve to sleep,
I'll steal into her sheiling lorn
And through the doorway creep.
There on the cricket's singing stone,
She makes the bogwood fire
And sings in sweet and undertone,
The song of hearts desire.
Music Reach
One two three four
One two three four
The music reach, the music reach
The music reach, the music reach
One two, one two, one two three four
The music reach, the music reach, the music reach
One two, one two three four
One one, one two, one two three four
Make me wanna shout, make me wanna shout
Come on, come on
Come on, make me wanna shout
Come on, make me wanna shout
One two three four
Come on, make me wanna shout
Come on, make me wanna shout
One two three four
The music reach, the music reach
One two three four, the music reach
Come on, the music reach
Come on, the music reach
Come on, make me wanna shout
Come on, make me wanna shout
Come on, make me wanna shout
Come on, make me wanna shout