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Norma Winstone Lyrics


Come Sunday Ooh Lord, dear Lord above, God almighty, God of love, pleas…
everybody's song but my own Everyday i hear a Melody Somethings tell me that my own…
Hi Lili Hi Lo On every tree there sits a bird, singing a song…
Joy Spring Joy Spring and felt the breezes A squirrel scampering on the…
Just Sometimes Just sometimes I catch a glimpse of something in the strange…



Prelude to a Kiss If you hear A song in blue Like a flower crying For the…
Where or When It seems we stood and talked like this before We looked…


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