The more I read the papers,. The less I comprehend. The world and all its capers. And how it all will end. . Nothing seems to be lasting. But that isn't our affair.
Long ago and far away,. I dreamed a dream one day. And now, that dream is here beside me. Long the skies were overcast. But now, the clouds have passed:.
Little boy lost. In search of little boy found. You go a-wondering, wandering,. Stumbling, tumbling, round! round!. When will you find. What's on the tip of your mind?.
I'm just a little black rain cloud. Hovering under your honey tree. I'm only a little black rain cloud. Pay no attention to little me. Everyone knows that a rain cloud.
You're just like a Sunday morning. Quiet and warm and moving slow. Put your hand in my hand. Let me dream while I can. Oh, how will I love you so?. . Life is made of milk and honey.
featuring Dori Caymmi. . Like a lover, the morning sun. Slowly rises and kisses you awake. Your smile is soft and drowsy. As you let it play upon your face.
Love don't mean much to someone like you. It's just a game or fun thing to do. And when it's over and your lover has gone,. Do you know where you stand?.
I step back to chase tarmac. I'm told you might be waiting by. The sun I drive my state of mind. To summer comfort daydreams in your eyes. . I'll be putting dreams in your eyes.
When the sun starts sinking. We've already been drinking. When we bounce, leave the house. Down the bottle we're sippin'. Wear our shades out at night.
I never traveled further North than old Van Courtland Park. And never further South than the aquarium. I've seen the charm of Jersey City, but first, let me remark.
I have a feeling, it's a feeling I'm concealing. I don't know why. It's just a mental, incidental, sentimental. Alibi. But I adore you, so strong for you.
You speak! (my body language). I speak! (your body language). . I see you like me and i like your thoughts. You're looking up to and I (I'll see you girl) (I'll see you boy).
Say, it's only a paper moon. Sailing over a cardboard sea. But it wouldn't be make-believe. If you believed in me. . Yes, it's only a canvas sky. Hanging over a muslin tree.
Many a tear has to fall. But it's all in the game. All in the wonderful game. That we know as love. . You have words with him. And your future's looking dim.
Time.... I've been passing time watching trains go by. All of my life,. Lying on the sand watching sea birds fly. Wishing there would be. Someone waiting home for me.
Here it is again, Monday mornin'. And I've really got the blues. But it don't much matter, I've got no need to smile. And I don't think I will for quite a while.
The night bird is dyin' and baby, there's no denyin'. Too far gone to escape, to pull myself free. Now, I'm tryin', tryin' hard to get back. How I'm dyin', tryin' hard to get back.
What if I wrote you a song,. Some music from me to you?. What if I spelled you some words?. Would it ever mean much to you?. . If red and yellow flowers bloomed in the snow.