It won't be easy, you'll think it's strange. When I try to explain how I feel. And that I still need your love. After all that I've done. . You won't believe me.
(traditional Scottish song). . [Performed sometimes live at concerts]. . Harking is bonny and there lives my love. My heart lies on him and will not remove.
Darling, I don't like it when you say. Bad things about yourself. Oh please don't talk that way. You are so beautiful. I wish you could see what I see.
You're near, that moment's here. I'm almost in your arms. Tonight, the mood is right. I'm almost in your arms. . One sigh, one word and I. Will rush to your embrase.
Am I a human. It's very good. Maybe I am. . It's very nice. The feelings in me. And the fire. Keeps me warm.
I am not a liar, and I'm not full of hatred. But I hate lies and so the liars hate me. The same who can't stand the sight of a starving baby?. can you really say you're not in pain like me?.
All babies are born saying God's name. Over and over,. All born singing God's name. All babies are flown from the Universe. From there they're lifted by the hands of angels.
Snowdrops and daffodils,. Butterflies and bees,. Sailboats and fishermen,. Things of the sea,. Wishing wells, wedding bells,. Early morning dew,. All kinds of everything.
Flying saucers could land. And it wouldn't make much difference to my man. I could walk abroad and thank the lord. And leave this damn town in seconds flat.
What else should I be. All apologies. What else should I say. Everyone is gay. What else should I write. I don't have the right. What else should I be.
This is the last day of our acquaintance. I will meet you later in somebody's office. I'll talk but you won't listen to me. I know what your answer will be.
A perfect Indian is he. Remembering him life is sweet. Like a weeping willow. His face on my pillow. Comes to me still in my dreams. . And there I saw a young baby.
After the fire the fire still burns. The heart grows older but never ever learns. The memories smolder and the soul always yearns. After the fire the fire still burns.
I left Lawrence, Kansas. At the age of seventeen. To chase down my own version. Of the American dream. . Cowboy boots, a tie-dye dress. In mom's ol' minivan.
I wish a buck was still silver. It was back when the country was strong. Back before Elvis, before Vietnam war came along. Before the Beatles and yesterday.
I wish a buck was still silver. It was back when the country was strong. Back before Elvis, before Vietnam war came along. Before the Beatles and yesterday.
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound. That saved a wretch like me. I once was lost but now am found. Was blind but now I see. . It was grace that taught my heart to fear.
I wish a buck was still silver. It was back when the country was strong. Back before Elvis, before Vietnam war came along. Before the Beatles and yesterday.
Always wanting you, but never having you. Makes it hard to face tomorrow. 'Cause I know I'll wake up wanting you again. Always loving you, but never touching you.