That's not her picture, I wish it was. It came with the wallet, I keep it because. It reminds me of her, it reminds me of us. But that's not her picture.
I said I know a shrimp-boat captain out of Galveston. I've been thinkin' I'd go down and work a spell. Oh you never can tell, it might suit me fine. Spend some time out on the bay.
It sure is nice, sittin' on this porch. Pickin' these old time songs. No matter how far I get from here. This place still feels like home. . Remember all those summer nights.
I've been down on my luck, I've been down on my knees. Well I've been downtown and I've been down on the farm. I can't be satisfied, but I'm gonna have to find.
Walking round blind. With the sun in your eyes.. You don't know it,. She walks right through you.. And if you think twice. Then the moment will pass..
Why wait to give yourself a chance tomorrow?. Let the feelin' grow.. You don't need someone else for you to follow. Anywhere you go.. Leavin' your shell,.
Somewhere in daydreams the things you won't find,. Rain hiding tears without traces.. I know that deep down no reason or rhyme,. Even the smile on our faces..
The right to sing,. The right to play,. The right to do the things I feel in my own way,. And if you took it all and asked me to pretend,. You'd be breaking a heart that won't mend..
Everybody waits for easy money,. Scared to work their fingers to the bone.. I can't wait, it's such a long time coming,. Got to go and make it on my own..
What could be easy for the poor man's son,. When all he wanted was a rich man's daughter,. His game was lost before it had begun,. But he still had to give it a try..
The sun is burning in the sky,. Strands of clouds go slowly driftin' by. In the park, the dreamy bees are droning in the flowers among the trees. And the sun burns in the sky..
Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning. Close to the window yound Eileen is spinning. Bent over the fire her blind grandmother sitting. Is crooning and moaning and drowsily knitting.
The spanish lady : to ming and family. . As I went down through dublin city. At the hour of twelve at night. Who should I spy but a spanish lady. Washing her feet by candlelight.
Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on a wing. Onward the sailor's cry. Carry the lad that's born to be king. Over the sea to Skye. . Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep.
It's not the glow you feel, when snow appears. It's not the Christmas card you've sent for years. Not the joyful sound when Sleigh bells ring. Or the merry songs children sing.
The pale moon was rising above the green mountain,. The sun was declining beneath the blue sea;. When I strayed with my love to the pure crystal fountain,.
Of all the money that er'e I spent. I spent it ingood company. And all the harm that ere I've done. Alas it was to none but me. And all I have done. For want of wit.
The tears have all been shed now. We've said our last goodbyes. His souls been blessed. He's laid to rest. And it's now I feel alone. He was more than just a father.
Lonely I wander through scenes of my childhood. They bring back to memory the happy days of yore. Gone are the old folk, the house stands deserted. No light in the window, no welcome at the door.
Oh mary this london's a wonderful sight. With the people here working by day and by night. They don't sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat. But there's gangs of them that's what I've been told.