and it stoned me to my soul..
Posted: Saturday, 05 July 2008 |
From Van Morrison..
On our way back home, we sang a song
but our throats were getting dry..
then we saw the man, from across the road,
with the sunshine in his eyes.
Well, he lives all alone,
in his own little home,
with a great big gallon jar..
there were bottles too, one for me, and you,
and he said well, there you are.
O......the water,
O......the water,
O......the water,
..get it myself from the mountain stream..
On our way back home, we sang a song
but our throats were getting dry..
then we saw the man, from across the road,
with the sunshine in his eyes.
Well, he lives all alone,
in his own little home,
with a great big gallon jar..
there were bottles too, one for me, and you,
and he said well, there you are.
O......the water,
O......the water,
O......the water,
..get it myself from the mountain stream..
pictures of the isles, from lewis to south uist, plus the odd comment.
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