It's a long and dusty road. It's a hot and heavy load. And the folks I meet ain't always kind. Some are bad and some are good. Some have done the best they could.
Where are you goin' there?. With your suitcase by the back porch stairs. With my heart in your hand. In this cold December wind again. . Cafes and bars are closed.
Oh, I'm sailing away, my own true love. I'm sailing away in the morning. Is there something I can send you from across the sea?. From the place where I'll be landing?.
After you go. I can catch up on my reading. And after you go. I'll have a lot more time for sleeping. . And when you're gone. Looks like things are gonna be a lot easier.
In 1914, this ball was at war. It went from Belgium on through Ireland. The Congo, then back home. . This big blue ball of war spun on it's own. Spinning history in lines of blood.
I dreamed of Louisiana. And a night in Lafayette. We had breakfast with Susanna. We were young and wild and left. . Whats different here. Than in that dream and in reality.
Heres a photograph of you in Woody Hermanns band. It was 1952, you were such a handsome man. One of you at a memorial with all of Hoagys clan. And then you and my mother, walking hand in hand.
Gonna wake up crazy to the cry of the trains on Beacon Street. So far from home, so far from love, so far from a friend in need. And all I need is a heart to hold and a good night's sleep.
I live on a battlefield. Surrounded by the ruins of a love we built. And then destroyed between us, the smoke has cleared. As I stumble through the rubble, I'm dazed and seein' double.
Well I'm goin' back where my garden blooms all year. Where the wintertime speaks softly in the fallin' rain. And I'm goin' back to my green eyed lover there.
They both wrote poetry. In fact, that was how they met. He was a Yorkshire man in Cambridge. She was from Massachusetts. . They spoke and they fell in love.
Black boy in Chicago, playing in the street. Not near enough to wear, not near enough to eat. Don't you know he saw it on a July afternoon?. He saw a man named 'Armstrong' walk upon the moon.
Are you tired of me my darling?. Did you mean those words you said?. That have made me yours forever. Since the day when we were wed. . And tell me, could you live life over,.
Let me say this one more time. Just in case you didn't hear it right. Put it in my own words. So I know it's understood. You sent me out on a limb. You brought me home sent me back again.
You can cuss the daylights. Outta this pale winter moon. We could ponder every reason. Why your true love was untrue. . You can cry your eyes out. I've got a shoulder here for you.
The touch of your hand will let me know. You'll take me in then let me go. If not for love why would we meet?. How is it turned two into one so easily?.
I saw you on the avenue. You looked so tired and a little blue. You were in your Sunday best. With your father's tie upon your chest. . Hey, you always stood me still.
Southern man, you sure are pretty, got a smile to still the city. And, Lord, you know you got those sleepy eyes. Alabama sweet-talking baby, calmed the heart of a lonely lady.
I've been walkin' in my sleep. Countin' troubles 'stead of countin' sheep. Where the years went, I can't say. I just turned around and they've gone away.
I've heard enough from pundits, I've heard our leaders speak. I tell you now I'd rather talk to the people in the streets. 'Cause you don't know someone until you've looked them in the eye.