Where have all the flowers gone?. A long time passing. Where have all the flowers gone?. A long time ago. . Where have all the flowers gone?. Young girls picked them every one.
I can see a new expression on my face. I can feel a glowing sensation taking place. I can hear the guitars playing lovely tunes. Every time that you walk in the room.
There's an empty place beside me. When I'm walking down the street. . That's the place where you used to walk. The place where you held my hand. Now I reach and all I touch is space.
Don't try and understand me, you never could do that. Ah, and in the end you'd wind up being hurt. I'm a man with too many problems that keep pounding on my brain.
Sweets for my sweet, sugar for my honey. Your first sweet kiss thrilled me so. Sweets for my sweet, sugar for my honey. I'll never ever let you go. . If you wanted that star that shines so brightly.
Sugar and spice and all things nice. Kisses sweeter than wine. Sugar and spice and all things nice. You know that little girl is mine. . Everybody stops and stares at my baby.
When we broke up, I still wore a smile. I told myself you'd only gone for a while. But in my heart, I grinned - I held up my chin. Because I knew someday, we're gonna love again.
I saw her today, I saw her face. It was the face I loved and I knew. I had to run away and get down on my knees. And pray that they'd go away. . But still they begin.
There's so much left to say about this. All signs point to what spills from your lips. You've got your wish. . If there's a chance that this could lead.
Oh gypsy, hear my plea, I love her oh, so desperately. Oh gypsy, hear my plea and make her care for me. I loved her from the very start but I can't seem to win her heart.
You hit me like a punch that dropped me to my knees. But upon getting up I found you're everything I need. Your love is but a touch that likes the feel of me.
I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth. You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth. She's got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine. Sellin' little bottles of Love Potion Number Nine.
You're my muse. I see inspiration as it's pouring out of you. And this moment envelopes me. If there is something to believe, believe i wouldn't change a thing.
I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth. You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth. She's got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine. Selling little bottles of love potion number nine.
What goes around comes around. Line em up we'll knock em down. Every doubt you had in mind. Will leave swiftly just in time. . To see me as I'm leaving you behind.
Well, I can't believe all the things that I've begun to do. Friends say I let them down and messed around, I guess it's true. They asked me what's on my mind, I don't know what to say.
Don't hold me down. I'm not supposed to feel like. I've been holding on. For something else. . I kept my feet on the ground. Too scared to see how far this could take me.
Whenever there's a day when I feel sad. There's something that can stop me feeling blue. It makes me feel that things are not so bad. I pretend I'm with you.
She begins with water pouring in. Cause the waves they are crashing over me. And the water is starting to get too deep. I need to wake up and see. I need to wake up and see.
Street lights carry me home tonight. And this will be the last time. That I ever make this drive. We haven't talked in days. And it's clear what you are trying to say.