Over therehousemartinsthe fence is long and high where we loveyou can't see the other side where they livei've spied with my little eyeand i've sighed with my little sighbut it seems i've give all that i can giveevery hour i have to count to tenand a thousand times i've thought againbut it seems i've given all that i can giveis there anyone therehere is the fence that they built{over there}this is the fence that hate builtis anyone there{over there}this is the fence that turns one into twoi want to break through but i'm though if i doi've tried with my little tryand i've cried with my little crybut it seems that the gate holds the only clueevery hour i have to count to tenand a thousand times i've though againbut it seems i've given all that i can giveis there anyone therehere is the fence that they built{over there}this is the fence that hate builtis anyone there{over there}[brilliant solo from "stan the man"]every hour i have to count to tenand a thousand times i've thought againis there anyone therehere is the fence that they built{over there}this is the fence that hate builtis anyone there{over there}is there anyone therehere is the fence that they built{over there}this is the fence that hate builtis anyone there{over there}but it seems i've give all that i can giveis there anyone therehere is the fence that they built{over there}this is the fence that hate builtis anyone there{over there}from: deise zandona <spock@ulbranet.com.br>