Michele Rene
BOY ON A BICYCLE
By: Michele Rene
Catalog ID: 358146   Duration: 4:51   Tempo: Medium   BPM: 112   Vocal: Female Vocals   Mature Lyrics
Genre: Pop Music | Alternative Pop
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FUNKY CELTIC CHUGGING w/FEMALE VOCALS   Keywords: Irish Story About Widow's Son Dying



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Lyrics:
Coming down the hill the tallest hill as far as we can see
The wind hits his face like silk
The handle bars are gleaming in the summer sun
handle bars are gleaming in the summer sun
handle bars are gleaming in the summer sun

The widow's son died today
witnessed by the Irish sky
He hit his head upon the cobbles to be spoken of
by and by

And by and by and by and by
And by and by and by and by

Spokes rippling like water down the hill he goes
When he saw his mother's cottage his heart
leaped for joy he didn't see the old hen in the road
last thing, last thing he saw
Feathers and blood, feathers and blood, feathers and blood, feathers and blood, feathers and blood, feathers and blood

The widow's son died today
witnessed by the Irish sky
He hit his head upon the cobbles to be spoken of
by and by

And by and by and by and by
And by and by and by and by
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