You're all too older today. All my words, they've flown away. I'll wait around for another soul. With those birds out in the bay. Making their rounds like I knew they would.
Away in a manger no crib for his bed. The little Lord Jesus lay down his sweet head. The stars in the sky looked down where he lay. The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
Here I am closing my eyes again. Trying so hard not to see. All the things that I see. Almost willing to lie again. I swear that it just isn't so. It just isn't me.
See the sunlight through the pine. Taste the warm of winter wine. Dream of softly falling snow. Winter's gold, Aspenglow. . As the winter days unfold.
You fill up my senses. Like a night in a forest. Like the mountains in springtime. Like a walk in the rain. Like a storm in the desert. Like a sleepy blue ocean.
I see them dancing somewhere in the moonlight. Somewhere in Alaska, somewhere in the sun. I hear them singing a song for all lovers. A song for the two hearts beating only as one.
The season is upon us now. A time for gifts and giving. And as the year draws to its close. I think about my living. . The Christmastime when I was young.
They're tearing down the street. Where I grew up. Like pouring brandy. In a Dixie cup. . They're paving concrete. On a part of me. No crime for killing off.
THIRD GRADE, I WROTE YOU A NOTEDO YOU LIKE ME,. TELL ME YES OR NO YOU SAID NO. THEN IN HIGH SCHOOL I ASKED YU AGAIN,. YOU SAID, "YOU'LL HAVE TO ASK. MY BOYFRIEND, BIG JIM".
Don't close your eyes. Just let me be. The air you breathe. Everything you need. Don't say goodnight. I'll take you there. Anywhere, anywhere you want.
(Sandy Denny). Oh babe, you are the one I love. You are the one I'm thinking of. You know it's still a long, long way. But I'll be home at the end of the day.
(Sandy Denny). We search for everything. Keeping what we would win. Orchids or tiny flowers. Wooden huts or ivory towers. Centuries or hours. Dark are the winter days.
Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream. About me, about you, the way our American hearts beat. Down in the bottom of our chests, about the special feeling.
Tristeza no tem fim. Felicidade sim. A felicidade como uma pluma. Que o vento vai levando pelo ar. Voa to leve. Mas tem a vida breve. Precisa que haja vento sem parar..
I need to take a look before you go away. Before I spend my time with what I need to say. You're so free around everyone but me. . It's the city lights.
Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream. About me, about you, the way our American hearts beat. Down in the bottom of our chests, about the special feeling.
I am war, your truest god. My presence you'll regard as nothing new. I am war, your sacred muse. But this time no one wins you all will lose. . I am plague, your darkest fear.
A Dying Skyline Cold From Wind And Rain. Autumn Of Darkness End In Fire And Flames. North Blows The Wind And My Sight Is Afar. Along The Coming Of The Northern Stars.
I rode for the moments once under red sky. Born for the wars fearless inside. I fought for the honor, great kingdoms and ground. Once proud a warrior northborn a son.
In the backyard. you see a white stain. Nevertheless, looking unreal. like a tiny passage to emptiness. . Thinking of touching the thing. you kneel over it.