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Cliff Richard( Harry Rodger Webb )
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Gypsy Bundle
Lyricist:John Farrar, Tim Rice
This huddlin' in my coat, this gypsy bundle In Liverpool, in squalor cast adrift A dirty ragged mess of desperation Though devil touched, I took as God's gift
No history, no owner, no rhyme, no reason Nor explanation of his sorry state And all the fire of the survivor I couldn't leave it, I couldn't leave it to it's fate
What are we to do with it? Dirty, ragged, coloured breed Welcome it with open arms Welcome one more mouth to feed
Could your own blood not provide you With the gratitude you need? We will call the boy, Heathcliff
And every man on earth conceals a secret On which he feeds and yet tears him apart And in this child so great that complication Will surely destroy the strongest heart
And as you fall into the traps, he sets you Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And as you're drawn to cross his reckless line And as I watch you peer into his darkness I pray you'll never search, I pray you'll never search for mine
What are we to do with it? Dirty, ragged, coloured breed Welcome it with open arms Welcome one more mouth to feed
Could your own blood not provide you With the gratitude you need Gonna call him Heathcliff
What are we to do with it? Dirty, ragged, coloured breed Welcome it with open arms Welcome one more mouth to feed
Call him Heathcliff
What are we to do with it? Dirty, ragged, coloured breed Welcome it with open arms Welcome one more mouth to feed
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