It's the early bird that catches the worm. But it's the second mouse that gets the cheese. And you know what that means.
I won't say it'll work for you but I know it did for me. When I found myself a special place where I'm happy with all I see. Now I make each day to go my way with a slow and steady speed.
Chorus: Let's go down to the holy well. Down among the heather. Hear the water make a gentle sound. We'll heal our souls together. . Where the water flows from a deeper place.
Up on the high road lookin' down. Thinking how you let me down. And deep in my heart I hear the sound. Of the song that carried me away. . We would come here years ago.
Well there was an old man who lived by the mill. If he ain't moved away he's a livin' there still. Singing Fie diddle-eye diddle-eye dye, diddle-eye diddle-eye day.
Chorus:. High on a hillside the old church steeple calls. The bells are a ringin', a singin' to one and all. Of the joys and the sorrows the laughter and the pain.
I like a woman who is crazy about me. I like a woman who can live without me too. That's what I like about you. . I like a woman who will lay down beside me.
A while ago I chanced to roam to the place my great grandad called home. It wasn't that much I saw that day, but I learned I whole lot along the way. I was goin' to Ireland... retracing my family footsteps... diggin' up roots.
Tina said that its a stage but I dont know. Lookin at her lyin with her face down in the floor. Her arms are limp and her legs are useless. A constant battle that she always losin.
I got drunk and I ate a chicken. I ate the chicken I found in my kitchen. Not just the leg, and not just the wing. I'll like to let you know I ate the whole damn thing.
I been called every name in the book. I think it's about time that we tore it up. Cause I am getting tired of feeling bad. Squandering everything that we could have.
Billy works on Wall Street. In an office on the 22nd floor. He never sees how Jenny's eyes light up each day. When he walks through that door. While she's wishin' she could be the one.
(Steve Wilkinson/William Wallace). . She never planned on. The life she got. Married young. And then she just got caught. Years fly by. When you're raising kids.
People worry about you. Fallin' in love with me. They're getting inside your head. Everybody knows what everybody else needs. . They say I'll leave you lonely.
Another Monday morning. Gotta clear my head. No more time for dreaming. Traffic was a nightmare. Boss is on my back. If I hear one more cross word. I think I'm gonna crack.
Billy was a rocker down in Baton Rouge. Liked to sing country in his tennis shoes. He grew up in the sixties on rock and roll. But he got him a gig in a country show.
I don't recognize this feelin'. I don't recognize this face. Even the mirror is showin' me a different face. What's that grin, where'd it come from. I can't seem to make it stop.
A little red-headed girl stood at the mirror. Studying her face, she didn't like her nose. And all of those freckles, she'd love to erase. Her inventory told the story and from where she stood.
You kept the fires burning when I swore. The flame had long gone out. You took me by the hand when I stumbled. Through the shadows of doubt. When I was lost and found.
Once upon a time, sometime ago. Back on the East coast in New York City, to be exact. A bunch of artists and painters and sculptors and musicians. And poets and writers and dancers and architects.