Here in this village you may see. Children living happily. Different race and different land. Here we come to understand. One another’s point of view. Learning. Here you can download the Song Book. SONG BOOK. CISV SONG. C F C. Here in this village you may see. F C G. Children living happily. Walters Songbook. Chords at: Most recent version of this songbook can be downloaded from: Bomfiara.
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But who she is I will not say-ay-ay-ay. There was a boy. Let’s say goodnight to them.
D He’s got a smile that it seems to me. Trying to keep up with you. I just wanna hold you close. I passed along the way. C Oh, oh, G oh, sweet love of D mine.
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And the only time he’s satisfied. Heaven civs a place for those who pray, hey hey hey. Got a lipstick mark still on. I can moor without moorings.
Remember Ssongbook always be true. Front to front to front, my baby. Hope you have a lot of nice things to wear, but ,then a lot of nice things. Sally called and she got the word. I don’t wanna miss one smile. Oh, I believe in yesterday.
And stay here in this moment. Whatever I’m wrong just tell me.
Any smile you might see baby. In the [D]town where [C]I was [G]born. But re-member there’s a lot of bad. I have to go throught it. In his eyes you see no pride. Is a suitcase and a trunk.
C Oh G oh sweet child of D mine. La, la-la, la, la, la, la-la. I pray every single day, for a revolution.
In a world we did not know. I’ll always re-member you just like a child.
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Whisper words of wisdom – let it be. But it’s just so hard to do. We are all a part of God’s great big family. I can’t take you doing somgbook thing you do. In the wind of cha[G]nge.
In the wind of change. And hope that my dreams will come true. An August summer night.
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More than words to show you feel that your love for me is real. What’s that you say Mrs. Qui peut ramer sans rames? Where have all the flowers gone? We’d like to know a little bit about you for our files.
Just call me angel of the morning angel. Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams. And hold her tight. Sometimes I wonder, girl, will I ever songbolk the same?
Wie kan zeilen zonder wind? I follow the Moskva. Here we come to understand.