Two hearts. Throwing off sparks. Young and in love with. Our freedom. Moonlight,. Those soft, southern nights. We were both ripe to fall.. . I was. Out on my own.
In the Spring of Forty-seven,. So the story, it is told,. Old John Sutter went to the mill site. Found a piece of shining gold.. . Well, he took it to the city.
Every time we speak. Our words betray intentions. Insincere inventions. That never quite reach the heart. So we turn the other cheek. And gather our defenses.
Stood out in the rain. Let it soak me down. Before I called you... I called you.. Didn't see me there. Hidden by the rain. Beneath your window... But I saw you..
Broken clouds along the blue horizon. The sun is setting and the wind is dying down. Outward bound, there is music all around. Can you hear it, it's the song of the sea.
Here is a poem. That my lady sent down. Some morning while. I was away.. Wrote on the back of. A leaf that she found. Somewhere around Monterey.. . And here is the key.
Now the wind is still. In a moment it will be raging. Now my soul is young. In a moment it will be aging.. . And high above the pines. I wrote several lines.
Oh, he makes his life as a carpenter. He works his hands in wood. And he lives the way his granddad. Might have liked and understood. He goes to work each morning.
Listen to me and I will try to. sing you a song that makes you see. how much I long to be beside you. and how much you mean to me. . sometimes a song's the only way to.
There's a soft voice. That follows me. Everywhere. Everywhere I go. And it whispers. So softly. This time I know. This time I know. . Oh, it wasn't a dream.
Do you think that it's wise. To be cursing the cloudy skies. Don't come to me with your cries. When the sun's shining in your eyes. . Just zip your coat to the cold.
a. Summer. . Late in the summer. When the cottonwood dies. The fields are on fire. With green bottleflies. And I'm still seeing reflections. Of me in your eyes.
What I'll give you. Since you've asked. Is all my time together. Take the rugged sunny days. The warm and rocky weather. Take the roads that I have walked along.
She's got a way of. Getting so inside you. That you think she's. Gonna steal your soul. She's got a way of making sure. That you can't let go. . She's got a trail of.
Shallow rivers run between us. Where a stone may never sink.. Though we taste, we are left thirsty. For a deep and soulful drink.. . Narrow channels, barely open.
The grass is high and the work is done. Send the sun to his sleeping place. Now we'll dance and make love. Beneath the Serengeti moon. . The Gods are laughing their twinkling eyes.
Seeing you again. Was like meeting for the first time. In a foggy dream so many years ago.. Strangers in an airport. Searching for a word to break the ice..
Seldom seen. A scarecrow's dream. I hang in the hopes of replacement. Castles tall. I built them all. But I dream that I'm trapped in. the basement.. .
Met my old lover in the grocery store. The snow was falling Christmas Eve. I stole behind her in the frozen foods. And I touched her on the sleeve. . She didn't recognize the face at first.
So you've heard I've been flyin'. And tryin' to get into. Somebody new. And I'm off on a new love. And don't hardly ever. Think about you.. . He's gotten so cold.