I haven't seen all there is to see. But I've seen quite a bit. I've seen things I'll always remember. Some things I wish that I could forget. I haven't quite been around the world.
It's five o-clock this morning and the sun is on the rise. There's frosting on the windows pane, and sorrow in your eyes. The stars are fading quietly, the night is nearly gone.
What a friend we have in time. Gives us children, makes us wine. Tells us what to take, or leave behind. And the gifts of growing old. All the stories to be told of the feelings more precious than gold.
I'll walk in the rain by your side,. I'll cling to the warmth your hand.. I'll do anything to keep you satisfied,. I'll love you more than anybody can..
It's by far the hardest thing I've ever done. To be so in love with you and so alone. . Follow me where I go what I do and who I know. Make it part of you to be a part of me.
All of her days have gone soft and cloudy. All of her dreams have gone dry. All of her nights have gone sad and shady. She's getting ready to fly. . Fly away fly away fly away..
Welcome to my morning, welcome to my day.. Yes, I'm the one responsible, I made it just this way.. To make myself some pictures, see what they might bring..
Spring Is Alive. . Spring is alive. In Carolina. Deep in the forest. Where the foxfire glows. High on a mountain. Down in a holler. Thunder and lightning.
There are dreams that sail away. To sea. And some that stay at home. There are dreams that stay inside. All day. And never see the light. And if dreams come true.
I caught a ride on the. Dreamland express last night. I was sailing on an ocean of blue. And right there by my side. Much to my surprise , was you. I said come over here baby.
Lullay, thou little tiny child, by, by, lully, lullay.. Lullay, thou little tiny child, by, by, lully, lullay.. O sisters too, how may we do, for to preserve this day,.
Chorus:. Aye, Baby I can picture us. Somewhere chilling where the weather never rains. Where the sun stays up all day. Aye, Baby I can picture us. In the mall, shopping sprees over seas.
Almost heaven, west virginia. Blue ridge mountains, shenandoah river. Life is old there, older than the trees. Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze.
I guess growing isn't hard to do. Just stand against the wall. Once I was just two feet high. Today I'm six feet tall. . But knowing who to listen to.
Tall in the saddle we spend Christmas Day. Driving the cattle over snow covered plains. All of the good gifts given today. Ours is the sky and the wide open range.
To sail on a dream. on a crystal clear ocean,. to ride on the crest. of a wild raging storm. To work in the service. of life and living,. in search of the answers.
There's a storm across the valley clouds are rollin' in. the afternoon is heavy on your shoulders.. There's a truck out on the four lane a mile or more away.
Been out on this highway now five days in a row. My words all run together and my feet are movin' slow. I've got to stop and eat while it's still light.
Away in a manger no crib for his bed. The little Lord Jesus lay down his sweet head. The stars in the sky looked down where he lay. The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
Here I am closing my eyes again. Trying so hard not to see. All the things that I see. Almost willing to lie again. I swear that it just isn't so. It just isn't me.