Grumble, grumble, grumble
In big cities, towns and villages
People grumble in every corner
Grumble from Monday to Friday
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On this raining day
That started since may
I saw you wash away
The earth and dirty tray
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In Love with an Angel
It raining in my heart
Raining in my soul
Raining in my eyes
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I was in a deep sleep
Till I got carried away
In a sweet dream;
Bright smile it was
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In a dark room
As dark as black
The only lightb i see
Is your pretty face
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Let's make this call to America
From the heart beat of Africa
Long ago when they came
To polished good will
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Early in the morning
I will say my prayers
As much as my country's
For the wicked ones
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Its a direful day
Particularly the rains in may
When the mountains rock
Rolled down my hut
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Deep down the woods
By the bank of the river
I sat and hear the birds singing,
Some sang melancholies
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