(Brooker). . Rain is falling all around. It seeps into the ground and it flows. let it grow, let it grow. . Streams by water filled. Feed rivers, turning mills and it grows.
(Brooker). . The search is over, the battle done. The fish is beaten, the angler's won. But simple stories make longer tales. No consolation if he had failed.
(Brooker). . Called up to Camberley in '39. To play his part on the French front line. He was full of hope, overflowing with tears. He'd been on the earth barely nineteen years.
(Mickey Jupp). . Switchboard Susan won't give me a line. I need a doctor get me 999. The first time I picked up my telephone. I fell in love with your ringing tone.
(Murray Head). . Say it ain't so Joe. Please, say it ain't so. That's not what I want to hear Joe. And I got a right to know. . Say it ain't so Joe. Please, say it ain't so.
(Brooker / Fisher / Reid). . Saw the fire. Saw you laughing at the crowd. You were happy. I was glad. Drew your picture. Drew your picture in the sand.
(Matthew L. Moore / Tom Kosta). . Well your father lends us a car,. If we just won't go too far.. And we always seem to come home late. In't that funny.
(Mickey Jupp). . You shot me down. You set me up woman then you shot me down. All you did was say "see you around". You must have known, you must have seen it in my eyes.
(Gary Brooker/Pete Sinfield). . Wouldn't changed a single word. Or touch a single note. Of those old songs those New York Songs. Of love that we once wrote.
I want a love that's right, right is only half of what's wrong. I want a short-haired girl who sometimes wears it twice as long. Now I'm stepping out this old brown shoe, baby, I'm in love with you.
Wouldn't changed a single word. Or touch a single note. Of those old songs those New York Songs. Of love that we once wrote. . And though it hurts now we're apart.
(Brooker / Sutherland). . Every Morning - sunrise dawning. Shadows lifting - night clouds drifting. Rolling away. Open your eyes from dreaming. Look to the sky - the sun is streaming down..
(Brooker / Sutherland). . I've been waiting. For you to come home. It's such a long time. So all alone. And when the night comes. It hits me so hard. Thinking about you.
(Brooker). . I keep rolling like a wagon wheel. What keeps me going are these nerves of steel. And two good hands to keep me clothed and fed. A pair of feet to stagger to my bed.
(Brooker). . Black suspenders and high-heeled walk. A painted mouth that says it wants to talk. The offer's made and it's hard to miss. but bear in mind that you're running a risk with those.
(Gary Brooker/Pete Sinfield). . I've been watching your performance. From the minute you got here. you've been riding on your high horse. But your motives are not clear.
(Brooker). . Take me by the hand. Lead me to the water. I will be your lamb. Heading for the slaughter. . I've been away from home too long. But I still taste the tears.
(Brooker). . Don't you worry if you find me blue. There's not a single thing that you can do. I'm just thinking of the days I had with Mama. Don't you worry 'bout the goodnight kiss.
(Brooker / Reid). . Zika nor nama ... hesah!. . Through this hourglass. Sands are running fast. In deserted plains. Kingdoms write their names. On these burning sands.
(Brooker / Fisher). . My band was playing at a club just down the road. The room was hot and they were dancing' toe to toe. When in the corner - I saw a lonely face.