by Sonny James on album Miscellaneous

In a desert town the desert sunbeam Down on a small boy laying sick in bed It burned his fevered brow so much she witched somehow But the sun was the shade tree instead I chanced the whippoorwill whi

by Karaoke Diamonds on album Sing the Songs of the Stars: Sonny James (Karaoke Version) [Originally Performed By Sonny James]

by Sonny James on album The Best of Sonny James

Young Love -Artist: Tab Hunter -the # 22 song of the 1955-1959 rock era -was # 1 for 6 weeks in 1957 -Words and Music by Carole Joyner and Ric Cartey - Sonny James' competing version also hit # 1 and

by Sonny James on album Young Love Best Of Sonny James

Young Love -Artist: Tab Hunter -the # 22 song of the 1955-1959 rock era -was # 1 for 6 weeks in 1957 -Words and Music by Carole Joyner and Ric Cartey - Sonny James' competing version also hit # 1 and

by Sonny James on album The Best of Sonny James

Young Love -Artist: Tab Hunter -the # 22 song of the 1955-1959 rock era -was # 1 for 6 weeks in 1957 -Words and Music by Carole Joyner and Ric Cartey - Sonny James' competing version also hit # 1 and

by Sonny James on album The Classic Hits of Sonny James

Young Love -Artist: Tab Hunter -the # 22 song of the 1955-1959 rock era -was # 1 for 6 weeks in 1957 -Words and Music by Carole Joyner and Ric Cartey - Sonny James' competing version also hit # 1 and

by Sonny James on album Capitol Collectors Series: Sonny James

Young Love -Artist: Tab Hunter -the # 22 song of the 1955-1959 rock era -was # 1 for 6 weeks in 1957 -Words and Music by Carole Joyner and Ric Cartey - Sonny James' competing version also hit # 1 and

by Funeral Suits on album Tree of Life

Every day I wake up for the daily trial, and yeah I try Brush my teeth before I drink some coffee, wash my face its on and on a routine Make it out the flat and to the corner shop Where they don't s

by Late Night Alumni on album Of Birds, Bees, Butterflies, Etc.

Summer had seen enough of me A fall down and building up stone by stone Spring unleashed a swarm of birds and bees I did nothing to stop it I'd come undone Everything you hear It's nothing like the w

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language Of Birds

No buzz words, fuzzy fudge words So freeze those goalposts, don't take the Admiral on board This Hardy's not for kissing... Expression, no explosion Or whispered promises in cliché or in rhyme Instea

by Sephyx on album Tree of Life (Anthem Fairytale Festival) [Radio Edit]

Legend tells of a mystical tree A tree of life Its roots reach deep into the earth's core And the power can be seen surging through the bark Tree of life Legend tells of a mystical tree A tree of life

by Sephyx on album Tree of Life (Anthem Fairytale Festival)

Legend tells of a mystical tree A tree of life Its roots reach deep into the earth's core And the power can be seen surging through the bark Tree of life Legend tells of a mystical tree A tree of life

by Sephyx on album Tree of Life

Legend tells of a mystical tree A tree of life Its roots reach deep into the earth's core And the power can be seen surging through the bark Tree of life Legend tells of a mystical tree A tree of life

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language Of Birds

This sparkling wine is all but empty. Too late for trains and no taxis. I know the feeling. seems all too contrived. There was no master plan but the fact is: You must stay with me and learn the secre

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language of Birds

No buzz words, fuzzy fudge words, so freeze those goalposts, don't take the Admiral on board. This Hardy's not for kissing… Expression, no explosion, or whispered promises in cliché or in rhyme. In

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language of Birds

This sparkling wine is all but empty. Too late for trains and no taxis. I know the feeling. seems all too contrived. There was no master plan but the fact is: You must stay with me and learn the secre

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language of Birds

No buzz words, fuzzy fudge words, so freeze those goalposts, don't take the Admiral on board. This Hardy's not for kissing… Expression, no explosion, or whispered promises in cliché or in rhyme. In

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language of Birds

This sparkling wine is all but empty. Too late for trains and no taxis. I know the feeling. seems all too contrived. There was no master plan but the fact is: You must stay with me and learn the secre

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language of Birds

No buzz words, fuzzy fudge words, so freeze those goalposts, don't take the Admiral on board. This Hardy's not for kissing… Expression, no explosion, or whispered promises in cliché or in rhyme. In

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language of Birds

No buzz words, fuzzy fudge words, so freeze those goalposts, don't take the Admiral on board. This Hardy's not for kissing… Expression, no explosion, or whispered promises in cliché or in rhyme. In