
Het gras waarop wij lagen
Heeft zich allang opgericht
Het gras, het gras
Buigt onder de vlagen
Het gras waaronder je ligt
When an artist dies he or she gets to pick one song to be remembered by for ever. Instantly, this song will become the Number One Song all over in Heaven.
Het gras waarop wij lagen
Heeft zich allang opgericht
Het gras, het gras
Buigt onder de vlagen
Het gras waaronder je ligt
Only you alone can quench this Jah thirst
My night nurse
Oh the pain it's getting worse
I hurt my love
Typical girls stand by their man
Typical girls are really swell
Typical girls learn how to act shocked
Typical girls don't rebel
Who invented the typical girl?
I’m packing up my cares and weary mind
I’m on my way to a better place
I’m leaving hate and prejudice behind
I’m on my way to a better place
Where love is free, to hell with hate
When you're waiting for a voice to come
In the night and there is no one
Ah don't you feel like crying?
(Cry to me!)
Don't you feel like crying?
(Cry to me!)
Ah don't you feel like a-ca-ca-cra-co-cra-co-cra-cra
(Cry to me!)
Cra-co-cra-co-cra-cra crying?
Trouble in my way
I have to cry sometimes
I lay awake at night
But that's alright
'cause Jesus will fix it after while
Drink Yourself More Bliss
Forget about the last one get yourself another
Yaaaaaaa Ya Ya Ya Ya, Ya Ya Ya Ya
I’m not good-looking, I’m not too smart
I may be foolish but I’ve got a heart
I love the flowers, I love the sun
But when I try to love the girls
They laugh at me and run