Young man living in Darfur
Torn apart by a cultural war
I hope that life gets better for you
Can you imagine the world as it could be?
Human rights, human wrongs
Wouldn't it be ni...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Henry Sidle
The sun is hot and that ol' clock is movin' slow and so am I
Workday passes like molasses in wintertime but it's July
Gettin' paid by the hour, older by the minute
My boss just pus...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Henry Smith
When I think of what he's done
I can dance, dance, dance all day, all night
Come on stand, clap your hands dance, dance
Dance, everybody down with us just dance
Wanna feel th...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Henry Smith
I'm Wagen vor mir fährt ein junges Mädchen,
Sie fährt allein und sie scheint hübsch zu sein.
Ich weiß nicht ihren Namen, und ich kenne nicht ihr Ziel.
Ich merke nur, sie fähr...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Henry Valentino
I said unto myself, if I were dead,
What would befall these children? What would be
Their fate, who now are looking up to me
For help and furtherance? Their lives, I said,
Woul...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the g...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
On the green little isle of Inchkenneth,
Who is it that walks by the shore,
So gay with his Highland blue bonnet,
So brave with his targe and claymore?
His form is the form o...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
As the dim twilight shrouds
The mountain's purple crest,
And Summer's white and folded clouds
Are glowing in the west,
Loud shouts come up the rocky dell,
And voices hail the ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When the summer fields are mown,
When the birds are fledged and flown,
And the dry leaves strew the path;
With the falling of the snow,
With the cawing of the crow,
Once again...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The day is ending,
The night is descending;
The marsh is frozen,
The river dead.
Through clouds like ashes
The red sun flashes
On village windows
That glimmer red.
The ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow