A song lyric story

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders
You raise me up to more than I can be

Baby love, my baby love,
Ooh ooh baby love

If I said you had a lovely body would you hold it against me?

Papa don't preach, I'm in trouble deep
Papa don't preach, I've been losing sleep
But I made up my mind, I'm keeping my baby, hm
I'm gonna keep my baby, ooh ooh

Papa don't preach. I'm in trouble deep

Papa was a rolling stone

I got stoned and I missed it ?

If you're going to San Francisco, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair.
flowers

She lives alone by the water, Anne Marie Rockaby.

I only like songs with a story and that is one powerful story.

I’ll pick a rose for my Rose

I never promised you a rose garden

I see trees of green, red roses too

Beyond the yellow brick road, ahhhhh

Hit the road Jack

Oops. Got that wrong .
Red and yellow and pink and blue!

Red is the colour of my true loves hair , in the morning when I rise.

Red and orange and pink and blue.

I can sing a rainbow

To somewhere over the rainbow

Through even!

In this world of troubles, my music pulls me though.

Ooooops too late in posting?

So I say thank you for the music,the songs I’m singing,
Thanks for all the joy they’re bringing
Who can live without it? I ask in all honesty,
What would life be?
Without a song or a dance, what are we?
So I say thank you for the music, for giving it to me

Strangers in the night..

Grannybard- JUST say to them what you said on here.??