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in a few weeks time
the New England's hilly landscape
will wear fall robes
a gypsy wind
don't ever stay
a gypsy wind
roams his own way

to one scene
he'll not be bound
cause his spirit yearns
for freedom's ground

the route to leave
loose of grail
the highway calls
liberty's trail

a drifter lives
in his soul's core
venturing every
tor and sandy shore

roads open
he'll always travel
seeking out
unlimited gravel

a gypsy wind
don't ever stay
a gypsy wind
roams his own way
the law let her out on parole's release
without considering who she'd decease
offenses committed deserved more time
they were so appalling of indictable crime

she took her infant son and ducked his head
under the river's muddy place of the dead
an evil something possessed mummy's mind
drowning the innocent child was so unkind

jurisprudence proved to be very slack
justice could not bring the young boy back
a terrible tragedy may have been stalled
had the mother's term in gaol remained walled

the legal system doesn't work too well
it should of thrown away the key to her cell
Utilize your talent
You have the skill
Keep on with your progress
As you climb that hill
It is within you
You can do it
Just push yourself to the max
Do not ever quit
eight wickets
eight wickets
he did so well score
on the pitch at Bangalore

he spun the ball
he spun the ball*
in the first session of play
over after over toiling away

his efforts were fab
his efforts were fab
bamboozling the batsmen
with a seaming flight of hem

not since Warne
not since Warne
had such a display been seen
on the oval's twenty two yard sheen

a magic spell
a magic spell
Lyon's spinning technique
*was truly magnifique
in a serene pose she lay, on her passing day
life's brow creases did fade, on her passing day

all of her suffering went away, to death's tranquil bay
sleep eternal being made, when she drifted on the day

her hands clasp as if to pray, repose's psalm did so say
departing for heaven's glade, peaceful was her day

rest perpetual in array, a quietude still of stay
the face beautifully bade, with an expiring day*

a body hushed of May, her forever allay
*profound the slumber's lade, Ada's final day
Barreling wicked from the East
Heart, that of a beast
No way for her to be tamed

Like a sloppy drunken *****
Wobbling in her course
Once you've met you won't soon forget her name

A warning set for those
Left behind holding to little hope
Crying comes on as hard as rain

In the powers that are to be
Feeding her insatiable needs
Taking out whatever gets in her way

Hellish in her wrath
To those who cross her path
Never again will life ever be the same

Hurricane...
Where life will pass and fade
Love will always stay
And blossom in the hour
Of forevers flower
And softly like a dream
Death will kindly sing
Of the love it cannot take
And then dance away with our bones
As our souls find new homes
The echoing sound of seagulls
Flying above the sea
And leaves upon their branches
Such a wonderful harmony.

Nature's inspiration was it
The reason for his call
From a humble shepherd on the land
To packing out town halls.

Music there within his soul
And words inside his head
Singing was his only goal
His future, good as read.

He sang his songs every day
He was asked to join a choir
Little did he realise
His fame would grow much higher.

He made a massive impact
Wherever he would go
Although he never wrote a song
His voice would steal the show.

He found himself a little band
They became like family
He treated them like brothers
The way that it should be.

Suddenly his fame was over
The result of a tragedy
Sadly he left us
Leaving behind his legacy.
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