O my deare hert, young Jesu sweit,
Prepare thy creddil in my spreit
And I sall rock thee in my hert,
And never mair from thee depert.
But I sall praise thee evermore
With sangis sweit unto thy gloir.
The knees of my hert sall I bow,
And sing that richt Balulalow.
| 1 | Englishman In New York |
| 2 | Desert Rose |
| 3 | Fragile |
| 4 | It's Probably Me |
| 5 | Shape Of My Heart |
| 6 | If I Ever Lose My Faith In You |
| 7 | Brand New Day |
| 8 | Always On Your Side |
| 9 | When We Dance |
| 10 | Message In A Bottle |