Welcome to this garden girl. Cold is the rose where the white lilies blow. A heavenly paradise place. Where all the pleasant little fruits do grow. Here are lovers they lie down.
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I thought I'd have to pay to feel good. By all the pretty things that caught my eye. Empty as my pocketbook I stood. With only common sense to tell me why i.
I'd take you to a restaurant. But I dont have any money. Id take you for a drive. But I dont have a car. Id take you to Paris. But I dont have a jet. .
By Robin Williamson. . Robin Williamson: Guitar and vocals.. . Please never name yourself to me. enough lies we see. even the moonlight. . come rest, rest awhile beneath the shade.
Fly away little pretty bird. Fly away, fly away, little pretty bird. And pretty you'll always be. And pretty you'll always be. . Come sunrise, everything's gonna be alright.
Maybe I, maybe I am just as scared as you. It's alright, stay by my side. On the edge, on the edge of everything we know. It's alright, just don't look down.
i had this great dream, dear. but I always seem ta wake up here. with my old friend Shame and my old friend Fear. with embers of fire an a rifle near.
What do you think of me. Now that you know who I am. What do you think of me. What do you think of that plan. That we had for so long. Why did it have to change.
Spin me round, I'm blindfold. Once upon a time somebody told me. I was going to be someone. I was supposed to be someone. . Now one half likes to carry, wants to share.
And the night comes again to the circle studded sky. The stars settle slowly, in loneliness they lie. 'Til the Universe explodes as a falling star is raised.
I don't know but it seems that every single dream's. Painted pretty pictures in the air. Then it tumbles in despair and it starts to bend. Until by the end it's a nightmare.
Come, get out of the way, boys. Quick, get out of the way. You'd better watch what you say, boys. Better watch what you say. . We've rammed in your harbor and tied to your port.
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Pre>g. I'm just a city boy. C. Born and bred. Am d. It's a city life I've led. G em. My pasture was a street. C cm. I've never climbed a tree. G d. But that's all right with me.
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I found him by the stage last night. He was breathing his last breath. A bottle of gin and a cigarette. Was all that he had left. . I can see you make the music.
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Sit by my side, come as close as the air. And share in a memory of gray. And wander in my words. Dream about the pictures that I play of changes. . Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall.