South Coast, the wild coast, is lonely. You may win at the game at Jolon. But the lion still rules the barranca, and a man there is always alone. . My name is Juan Hano de Castro. My father was a Spanish grandee.
Love's dreaming, love's sleeping. And when it wakes again. Who knows the company it's keeping. I am dreaming, I am falling. And just before I hit the ground.
It's electric, we're connected, been infected by the dark and the light.. Try to fake it, can't mistake it, does it matter if it's wrong or it's right..
I want so much to do so well. I've tried too hard till I can't tell. Am I right?. I ask you now, am I right?. . I'm asking an opinion. If you've got one will you give one?.
When you sit and wonder. Why things have gone so wrong. And you wish someone would tell us. Where our friend has gone. . Look then to the hills. When there's courage in the wind.
Sometimes it's hard to remember you lied. And memory fades as the years pass you by. Sometimes the truth's got up, lay down and died. But I can't forget all the tears that I cried.
I'm nearly sober and I can see the truth. I'm not immune to the sorrow that you put me through. All I ever wanted was a little more respect from you. .
Mike Settle. . Caroline, Caroline, girl, you'd better go on home 'cause I'll be leavin' with the morning dew, stronger for the seeds we've sown.. I'll write you love down in a song. I will sing it a life time long. That way, my love will never do you any wrong..
I close my eyes, another dream arrives. Deeper and deeper into the sweet water. Filling my senses with happiness and joy. . Happiness and joy. . Alegria.
The road beneath me is unsteady and I can't stand my ground.. I've been bouncing back and forth from town to town.. The grass is always greener on the other side...
I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song. I'm twenty-two now, but I won't be for long. People ask me when will I grow up to understand. Why the girls I knew at school are already pushing prams.
Eric Schwandt/Dave Guard. . Wassail, wassail, all over the town. The cup, it is white and the ale, it is brown.. The cup, it is made of the good ashen tree and so is the malt of the finest barley..
Freedom - what would you do for it. Would you lay down your life. You think that you could ever die for freedom. Sweet and true you can't forget the ones who've died for you.
I am a young man, so you'll know my age is twenty-one. I come from out in southern Colorado. Just home from the service and I'm looking for my fun. . Someday soon, she's goin' with me, someday soon.
The days are gettin' colder the nights keep gettin' longer. The weather and the signs point to it all. Anyone can plainly see the writing on the wall.
I remember when I was a barefooted boy. Climbing in a sycamore tree. But now I'm a little older, got a rifle on my shoulder. Some fool made a soldier of me.
Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds/John Stewart. . Chorus:. My heaven is so high, you can't get over it. So low, you can't get under it.. So wide, you can't get around it. You gotta come in at the door..
We come on the sloop John be,. My grandfather and me. Around Nassau town we did roam. Drinkin' all night. Got into a fight (got into a fight). Well, I feel so break up.
Have you heard of the ship, called the good Reuben James. Run by hard fighting men, both of honor and fame. She flew the stars and stripes for the land of the free.
Dave Guard. . Noel! Noel! Noel! Noel! Noel!. . Sing we now of Christmas. Noel sing we here. Sing our grateful praises to the maid so dear.. . Chorus:.