And I'd tear out the pages. That I've got in these books. Just to find you some words. Just to get some reward. And I'll show you all the photographs.
I'm sure Buddy would know. but I can't ask him. what picture you'd go to. given the choice of things. things not being as they are now. i'm sure Buddy would know.
I've been making such a fool of me. Drinking more than the Irish sea. Even my old friends say I never should be. Talking on the last bus telling all the folks.
Take my wings and take my hands. Put a weight round. Where I stand. And bind these ropes around my feet. If they`re not tied. I can`t concede. . To never chase around the stars.
I was right and you were wrong girl. Nothing lasts forever. Inside every one of us. There's only so long. . I believe the longest day girl. The lovely light of may girl.
Outside the world. The wind is howling. Through the broken trees. And the moon is shining. As the river meets the sea. And I will see you tomorrow. Calm and bright in tender light.
What do you get when you fall in love,. A girl with a pin to burst your bubble,. That's what you get for all your trouble,. I'll never fall in love again,.
Walking on broken stones. And listening to a foreign radio. I never knew where you'd gone. I only knew where you're going. . I sing about you. Cause nothing's the same without you.
All the people in all the world. Will look for something that will keep it turning. Everyone's got to keep the will. Every boy every girl. . I'm no different why the other day.
She walked her down to the long,wet grass. Then she slipped out of her raincoat. She held her softly till the wind had passed. Then she put her down so slowly.
Had a band once. Bass and drums. I sang and played piano. Craig played guitar. Always knew the tunes. had the records made tapes. kept dates. Never fell over once.
Hippy girl. Please don't change a thing. Change isn't everything. And dreaming is something - hippy girl. . There's a curse in this world. That money brings.
There's me and daddy out at Lunan Bay. Now looking dandy stepping out Saturday. I can still see the buses. Lined up to take the dancing home. . That's me on the stairs suitcase in hand.
There's a shadow on his photograph on Tinian '45. Smiling like a college boy who's glad to be alive. But now he owns a factory and a store in Los Alamos.
The garden of eden. The ancient of days. The wild dreams that wake us. The life before death. The mocking red sun. The night that will come. . In my darkness and solitude.
Here's singer. here's singer. heres' singer give it out. . Here's singer. heres singer. here's singer give out again. . Given love. given life. given faith what would it be.
You were a good man. Jamsie. Everyone loves you. Now you're gone. And the seagulls over. Where you lie. Sing your final song. I`m walking back. Away from here.
There's no sleep inside. Their dreams are broke and inspired. All the times you try to. Scream. Houses dark indoors. And blinds are pulled and closed.
Well the choirs were singing and the candles they were burning. And the lantern girls and alter boys were crossed and cleaned. And my baby and me watched the prayers go higher and higher.
Now everyone's singing. How baby's in black. She got Holy Rocker. Mad Dog he called Ronnie. Say here come old flat top. Come moving up slowly. And she got a smile.