Blues is a natural fact, is something that a fellow lives. If you don't live it you don't have it. Young people have forgotten to cry the blues. Now they talk and get lawyers and things. Big Bill Broonzy
Love is a burning thingand it makes a firery ringbound by wild desireI fell in to a ring of fire...I fell in to a burning ring of fireI went down,down,downand the flames went higher.And it burns,burns,burnsthe ring of firethe ring of fire.The taste of love is sweetwhen hearts like our's meetI fell for you like a childoh, but the fire went wild..I fell in to a burning ring of fire.....[etc]
Love is a burning thing
ReplyDeleteand it makes a firery ring
bound by wild desire
I fell in to a ring of fire...
I fell in to a burning ring of fire
I went down,down,down
and the flames went higher.
And it burns,burns,burns
the ring of fire
the ring of fire.
The taste of love is sweet
when hearts like our's meet
I fell for you like a child
oh, but the fire went wild..
I fell in to a burning ring of fire.....[etc]