Shes got the big yawn. But she wont go to bed. Shes got the big yawn. But she wont go to bed. Shes tired and cranky her face is all red. Shes got the big yawn.
Sometimes when Im a million miles away. Feeling old and tired. With not a lot to say. I dream that I can change the world. But its the world thats changing me.
I hear the sound of the same old horses. Dull thud of their worn out shoes. Singing songs and naming their sources. Youre in the way you better move. I found a pot of fools gold.
She took me from canyon to copter. Somewhere between here and forever. I dropped her. I sat on the edge of my seat. To see if she'd land on her feet. She was all of a girl.
Met you at the mall. Didn't know how far I would fall. My friends said I was a fool (You're a fool) (Shut up). Cause you were older and got kicked out of school (You're so rad).
Let's go to the mall, everybody!. . Come on Jessica, come on Tori,. Let's go to the mall, you won't be sorry. Put on your jelly bracelets. And your cool graffiti coat.
I asped the elephant in the elevator. Where you had gone, he said you were boozing round with the bees. When I had the bucks my dear, you were so fawn.
So heres the story if you like it or not. You dont remember but I never forgot. Cause its the time to wake the memories up tonight. Do you remember what you saw in me then.
Certainly. The children have seen them. In quiet places where the moss grows green. Coloured shells. Jangle together. The wind is cold, the year is old.
I've been torn apart while I tried to find a cover for this heart. But this time, you guide me through the dark. . A bright light is calling me to say stay true, don't fear the shadows roar.
Let me be where love is born. To sail upon a scallop shell. The way no hair of a thought is disturbed. And the sight is still. . As moonlight clasps each leaf.
Can you hear me. Can you feel me coming closer. in the dark night. I can tell we will be alright. . I move my body closer to you. as we dance along the lines.
by Robin Williamson. . When evening shadow fall. All tongues at last will tire of bustling trade. The brightest eye at last grows dull. And the finest flowers fade.
I see your faces. Blown through the horned clouds. In the silent cities. They call me so loud. . Come through the fire. Come through the foam. Come at the world's night.
Three men went a-hunting. But nothing could they find. Till they came across a mouldy cheese. And that they left behind. The Englishman said "mouldy cheese".
by Robin Williamson. . Scotland O where I was born. And happy I have been. It is days come months come long years. Since my home I have seen. All over North America.
Words traditional English, music RW with fugal ideas by Chris Caswell 1978. . Oak logs will warm you well. That are old and dry. Logs of pine will sweetly smell.
Water, water. See the water flow. Glancing, dancing. See the water flow. Wizard of changes. Teach me the lesson of flowing. Dark and silvery. Mother of life.
Young as I remember. The scrag end of the war. Gypsies through the borders. Came a jingling door to door. . With posies of primroses. And all the bonny bloom.
Gipsies came to the castle gate. They sang so high, they sang so low. They sang so sweet, so very very sweet. They stole away the heart of the lady-o.