the WHITE STRIPES
Prickly Thorn, But Sweetly Worn lyrics
Singing
Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Well A Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Well A Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Well the hills are pretty and rollin'
But the thorn is sharp and swollen
And the man plays a beautiful whistle
But he wears a prickly thistle
Singing
Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Well A Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Well A Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
The silver birches pierce through an icy fog
Which covers the ground most daily
And the angels which carry St. Andrew high
Are singing a tune most gaily
One sound can hold back a thousand hands
When the pipe plays a tune forlorn
And the thistle is a prickly flower
Aye, But how it is sweetly worn
Singing
Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Well A Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Well A Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
the WHITE STRIPES lyrics list
Other Icky Thump album (2007) lyrics
300 M.P.H. Torrential Outpour Blues A Martyr For My Love For You Bone Broke Catch Hell Blues Conquest Effect And Cause I'm Slowly Turning Into You Icky Thump Little Cream Soda Rag And Bone St. Andrew (This Battle Is In The Air) You Don't Know What Love Is (You Just Do As You're Told)
300 M.P.H. Torrential Outpour Blues A Martyr For My Love For You Bone Broke Catch Hell Blues Conquest Effect And Cause I'm Slowly Turning Into You Icky Thump Little Cream Soda Rag And Bone St. Andrew (This Battle Is In The Air) You Don't Know What Love Is (You Just Do As You're Told)
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