Grapefruit moon, one star shining. Shining down on me. I heard that tune and now I'm pining. Honey, can't you see?. . Every time I hear that melody. Something breaks inside.
Flippin' bottle caps through the ring around the moon. All alone on a Saturday night with the stars in bloom. I am a vision of my mother's dream come true.
My mother came to America. Sailed through the harbor of hopes and of dreams. Back in the Thirties with the streets paved in gold. And the sky laced with moonbeams.
Oh the city snow makes your brown eyes shine. We've gotta look real hard to find a reason to cry. New York, New York is a friend of the traveling kind.
There's a lighthouse in the harbor. Giving guidance with its light. But I had no one to return to. As I wandered through the night. . From the first time that I saw you.
(Buddy Mondlock). . Flipped into the wind. Like the ashes of her cigarette. He got scattered thrown on the breeze. As he tried to forget. He lost all his heat.
They say am selfish. And no I cant deny it. No time for surfing. No time to think about it. . Won't change my world world. Coz you think am so wrong. Living how I want want.
Down at the station the tracks are cold. The wheels of thunder, they roll no more. And the heart of America cries for the souls. Who won't be rollin' home.
(Ralph McTell). . Four who shared this room and we caught up in the CRAIC. Sleeping late on Sundays and we never got to Mass. . Chorus. It's a long way from Clare to here.
From a distance the world looks blue and green. And the snow-capped mountains white. From a distance the ocean meets the stream. And the eagle takes to flight.
I am not a child, though you'll treat me as you've always seen me. You never saw the changes in a heart grown old and wise. Hey, it's good to see you smile, it's been so long between the pages.
I look out on these shields of heather. 'Cross this countryside. I wonder how they've grown together. While people live such separate lives. . Think I'll stay inside for the winter.
She drove west from Salt Lake City to the California coastline. She hit the San Diego Freeway doing sixty miles an hour. She had a husband on her bumper, she had five restless children.
Oh, its just another summer mornin', Baby, somewhere in this town. The heat is rising. Oh, I know where you spent last night so you can stop apologizing.
I am fragile in the morning, I grow stronger in the day. I can sprint like a new spring doe by the fall of night. Love has chased me down through the cities and the towns.
This life is filled with wonder. This life is full of days not spent. I cannot help but ponder. Just what relevance that lends. . But everything is comin' up roses.
Drops in the faucet like a nervous heart. Beat on my porcelain sink a rhythm avant-garde. I page through the phone book, reach for my fountain pen. Is he comin' in for the holidays to haunt me again?.
Sister had a crystal voice. She played a Silvertone from Montgomery Ward. Baez songs in Monroe hair. She sure could turn the boys' heads to stare. Swim wear saunter, tan and haunt them.