Hippies
de Jonathan Winters
As the fog clears we hit the land.
Shields and swords in callused hands.
Storm the village, burnt to the ground.
A city of life now a burial mound.
Chorus:
Trans Atlantic boat men.
Seafaring fighting hoard.
Guided by the blade and axe,
To the shores of this new world.
Tired, cold and hungry.
Hope and wills that just won't bend.
They found themselves in a new land.
Far beyond the horizon's end.
We claim this land as our own.
This mighty mission we will fulfill.
Iron verses wood and stone.
These savages lined up for the kill.
Chorus:
Trans Atlantic boat men.
Seafaring fighting hoard.
Guided by the blade and axe,
To the shores of this new world.
Tired, cold and hungry.
Hope and wills that just won't bend.
They found themselves in a new land.
Far beyond the horizon's end.
(Solo - Martin)
Chorus:
Trans Atlantic boat men.
Seafaring fighting hoard.
Guided by the blade and axe,
To the shores of this new world.
Tired, cold and hungry.
Hope and wills that just won't bend.
They found themselves in a new land.
Far beyond the horizon's end.
(Solo - Martin)
(Solo - Adams)
[close]
Más canciones de Jonathan Winters
-
A Violent Elderly Person
Crank(y) Calls
-
Airline Pilots
The Wonderful World Of Jonathan Winters
-
Audience Improvisation
Wings It!
-
Closing
Wings It!
-
Elderly Gentleman Seeing a Flying Saucer
Stuff 'N Nonsense
-
Japanese Gardener
Wings It!
-
King Kwazi - Of Kwazi Land
Wings It!
-
Male Elephant Wrapping a Present
Stuff 'N Nonsense
-
Maude Frickert Explains Birds and Bees
Wings It!
-
Return The Call
Crank(y) Calls
-
Sound Improvisations
Wings It!
-
The Old Homestead
Crank(y) Calls
-
The Shy Guy Returns a Toaster
Wings It!
-
Western
The Wonderful World Of Jonathan Winters