paroles de chanson Amoreena - BBC Session Previously Unreleased - Elton John
                                                Lately, 
                                                I've 
                                                been 
                                                thinking, 
                                                how 
                                                much 
                                                    I 
                                                miss 
                                                my 
                                                lady
 
                                    
                                
                                                Amoreena's 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                cornfield, 
                                                brightening 
                                                the 
                                                daybreak
 
                                    
                                
                                                Living 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                lusty 
                                                flower, 
                                                running 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                grass 
                                                for 
                                                hours
 
                                    
                                
                                                Rolling 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                hay 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                puppy 
                                                child
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                when 
                                                it 
                                                rains, 
                                                the 
                                                rain 
                                                falls 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                Washing 
                                                out 
                                                the 
                                                cattle 
                                                town
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                she's 
                                                far 
                                                away 
                                                somewhere 
                                                in 
                                                her 
                                                eiderdown
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                she 
                                                dreams 
                                                of 
                                                crystal 
                                                streams
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                days 
                                                gone 
                                                by 
                                                when 
                                                we 
                                                would 
                                                lean
 
                                    
                                
                                                Laughing, 
                                                fit 
                                                to 
                                                burst, 
                                                upon 
                                                each 
                                                other
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                see 
                                                you 
                                                sitting, 
                                                eating 
                                                apples 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                evening
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                fruit 
                                                juice 
                                                flowing 
                                                slowly, 
                                                slowly, 
                                                slowly
 
                                    
                                
                                                Down 
                                                the 
                                                bronze 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                body
 
                                    
                                
                                                Living 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                lusty 
                                                flower, 
                                                running 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                grass 
                                                for 
                                                hours
 
                                    
                                
                                                Rolling 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                hay, 
                                                whoa, 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                puppy 
                                                child
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                when 
                                                it 
                                                rains, 
                                                the 
                                                rain 
                                                falls 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                Washing 
                                                out 
                                                the 
                                                cattle 
                                                town
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                she's 
                                                far 
                                                away 
                                                somewhere 
                                                in 
                                                her 
                                                eiderdown
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                she 
                                                dreams 
                                                of 
                                                crystal 
                                                streams
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                days 
                                                gone 
                                                by 
                                                when 
                                                we 
                                                would 
                                                lean
 
                                    
                                
                                                Laughing, 
                                                fit 
                                                to 
                                                burst, 
                                                on 
                                                each 
                                                other
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                if 
                                                only, 
                                                    I 
                                                could 
                                                nestle 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                cradle 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                cabin
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                arms 
                                                around 
                                                your 
                                                shoulders, 
                                                the 
                                                windows 
                                                wide 
                                                and 
                                                open
 
                                    
                                
                                                While 
                                                the 
                                                swallow 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                sycamore 
                                                are 
                                                playing 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                valley
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                    I 
                                                miss 
                                                you 
                                                Amoreena, 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                king 
                                                bee 
                                                misses 
                                                honey
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                when 
                                                it 
                                                rains, 
                                                the 
                                                rain 
                                                falls 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                Washing 
                                                out 
                                                the 
                                                cattle 
                                                town
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                she's 
                                                far 
                                                away 
                                                somewhere 
                                                in 
                                                her 
                                                eiderdown
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                she 
                                                dreams 
                                                of 
                                                crystal 
                                                streams
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                days 
                                                gone 
                                                by 
                                                when 
                                                we 
                                                would 
                                                lean
 
                                    
                                
                                                Laughing, 
                                                fit 
                                                to 
                                                burst, 
                                                on 
                                                each 
                                                other
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                when 
                                                it 
                                                rains, 
                                                the 
                                                rain 
                                                falls 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                Washing 
                                                out 
                                                the 
                                                cattle 
                                                town
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                she's 
                                                far 
                                                away 
                                                somewhere 
                                                in 
                                                her 
                                                eiderdown
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                she 
                                                dreams 
                                                of 
                                                crystal 
                                                streams
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                days 
                                                gone 
                                                by 
                                                when 
                                                we 
                                                would 
                                                lean
 
                                    
                                
                                                Laughing, 
                                                fit 
                                                to 
                                                burst, 
                                                on 
                                                each 
                                                other
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lately, 
                                                I've 
                                                been 
                                                thinking, 
                                                how 
                                                much 
                                                    I 
                                                miss 
                                                my 
                                                lady
 
                                    
                                
                                                Amoreena's 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                cornfield, 
                                                brightening 
                                                the 
                                                daybreak
 
                                    
                                
                                                Living 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                lusty 
                                                flower, 
                                                running 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                grass 
                                                for 
                                                hours
 
                                    
                                
                                                Rolling 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                hay 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                puppy, 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                puppy 
                                                child
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Ballad Of A Well-Known Gun
2 Come Down In Time
3 Country Comfort
4 Son Of Your Father
5 My Father's Gun
6 Where To Now St. Peter?
7 Love Song
8 Amoreena
9 Talking Old Soldiers
10 Burn Down the Mission
11 There Goes A Well Known Gun - Previously Unreleased
12 Come Down In Time - Piano Demo Previously Unreleased
13 Country Comfort - Piano Demo Previously Unreleased
14 Son Of Your Father - Previously Unreleased
15 Talking Old Soldiers - Piano Demo Previously Unreleased
16 Into The Old Man's Shoes - Piano Demo Previously Unreleased
17 Sisters Of The Cross - Piano Demo Previously Unreleased
18 Madman Across the Water (Original Version)
19 Into The Old Man's Shoes
20 My Father's Gun (BBC session)
21 Ballad Of A Well-Known Gun - BBC Session Previously Unreleased
22 Burn Down The Mission - BBC Session Previously Unreleased
23 Amoreena - BBC Session Previously Unreleased
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