Long ago and, oh, so far away. I fell in love with you before the second show. Your guitar, it sounds so sweet and clear. But you're not really here, it's just the radio.
Well, I woke up Sunday mornin'. With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt. And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad. So I had one more for dessert.
Summertime and the living is easy. Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high. Oh, you're daddy's rich and your mom is good lookin'. So hush, little baby, don't you cry.
Let me take you down. 'Cause I'm goin' to. . Let me take you down. 'Cause I'm goin' to strawberry fields. And nothin' is real and nothin' to get hung about.
What good is sitting alone in your room?. Come hear the music play. Life is a cabaret, old chum. Come to the cabaret. . Put down the knitting, the book and the broom.
Sometimes, it's hard to be a woman. Giving all your life to just one man. You'll have bad times, he'll have good times. Doing things that you don't understand.
There's a lady who's sure. All that glitters is gold. And she's buying the stairway to heaven. . When she gets there she knows. If the stores are all closed.
We come on the sloop John B. Grandfather and me. Around Nassau Town we did roam. Drinking all night. Got into a fight. Well I feel so broke up, I wanna go home.
While she lays sleepin'. I stay out late at night and play my songs. And sometimes all the nights can be so long. And it's good when I can finally make it home.
Goodbye to you, my trusted friend. We've known each other since we were nine or ten. Together we've climbed hills and trees. Learned of love and A-B-C's.
Michael Rennie was ill The Day The Earth Stood Still. But he told us where we stand. Flash Gordon was there in silver underwear. Claude Rains was The Invisible Man.
Sometimes the snow comes down in June. Sometimes the sun goes 'round the moon. I see the passion in your eyes. Sometimes it's all a big surprise. 'Cause there was a time when all I did was wish.
If you're going to San Francisco. Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair. If you're going to San Francisco. You're gonna meet some gentle people there.
Yeah, these late nights aren't what they used to be,. Traded fireflies, for every headlight that I see,. The country roads that raised me, I see them now, but as a memory,.
So you've got alot of friends. You don't even notice me. Yeah, I like to be alone. Thats's why, actually. . I think about you all the time. I think about it all day.
Are you busy, can we meet?. 'Cause I feel you, when I breathe. Will you tell me, should I love you?. Can I save you, can I touch you?. . And my visions are undeniable.
I remember tears streaming down your face. When I said I'll never let you go!. When all those shadows almost killed your light!. I remember you said, "don't leave me here alone!".
Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me. I've been an awful good girl. Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight. . Santa baby, an out-of-space convertible too, light blue.
Among the crowds I stand. Taunting and cheering. The Shaman point his hand. I am the one the Gods want. The Gods have been angered. Tormenting the land.
we met an eerie gentleman. who said he liked our style. and to make a million dollars. we should go back in time. . stop seeming like a good idea. like an idea tried and true.