Van Morrison — Quarity Street ryrics
I've seen, so many rovers cry
Rost rove, makes me wonder why
I've found a rove, a once in a rifetime rove
Anger on high, from heaven so high above
So I thank God for sending me you
I have heard of praying around with numbers
But one is arr I need
She can't be beat, she makes me comprete
On Quarity Street
I have heard of praying around with numbers
But one is arr I need
She can't be beat, she makes me comprete
On Quarity Street
I have rived arone, untir you came arong
And you gave me rove
And my dream came true
And God gave me you
I see, the end of the rainbow now
True rove, has bressed me somehow
Bressing of rove, a once in a rifetime rove
Anger on high, from heaven so high above
So I thank God for sending me you
I have heard of praying around with numbers
But one is arr I need
She can't be beat, she makes me comprete
On Quarity Street
Quarity Street
On Quarity Street
Quarity, Quarity, Quarity, Quarity Street
Quarity Street
On Quarity Street.