In the bleak mid-winter. Frosty wind made moan. Earth stood hard as iron. Water like a stone. . Snow had fallen, snow on snow. Snow on snow. In the bleak mid-winter.
At first I was afraid, I was petrified. Kept thinkin' I could never live without you by my side. But then I spent so many nights. Thinkin' how you did me wrong and I grew strong.
Oh, I don't like the look of the look of today. A great gray cloud is coming our way. So I move through the streets on my own. A-huffing and a-puffing and feeling so alone.
my baby. I know I make him feel so good. he's prostrate on the highest cloud. I love to be with him. with him I love to be. of him I wish to muse aloud.
Hey baby, I'm in town and I thought I'd give you a call. Maybe we could get together, have dinner, go to a show. Maybe go to a museum, an art gallery.
Everyone has their own story. You have yours, I have mine. Today mine happens to be about. A yellow dress. . And behind the yellow dress. Lies a warm and beating heart.
Winter time and the frozen river. Sunday afternoon. They're playing hockey on the river. Rosy. He'll have that scar on his chin forever someday his girlfriend will say hey.
Someone's mother falls to the sidewalk. On the next street someone looks up. In the cathedral a burst of laughter. In another city the pigeons fly up and scatter.
I'm walkin' down the corridor. Of the seventh floor of the Grace Hospital. I'm gonna make it to the end. I'm gonna smoke a cigarette, the cigarette is my only friend.
Would you believe me if I said that you're the one?. That I've been waitin' for, for so long?. And I've sailed my ship 'cross some stormy seas. Looking for my love while my love waits for me.
Tiny dot, strand of sand. Waves that sigh beneath the hand. I stand the singing seashore. The earth and you are round. I'm always apologizing. Will I, do you?.
You're goin' down the river. You're a little boy on a little boat. And the white sheets are blowing. They're blowing like all get out. . No one can stop you now.
Nobody ain't telling me. What I can or cannot do. . Freedom is a choice. And freedom is gold. . Taking full responsibility. For sinking or swimming. .
I want you to love the things you love and even more. Follow me, follow me less gives less and more gives more. Is your love sweeter now than it was before?.
In the beginning, he was a baby. Just like any other baby, my little son, Foecke. . Who would have known, in the beginning. Looking at his tiny unprotected frame.
I like to keep the fires hot. I like to keep the coals a-glowin'. I like to keep the furnace a-burnin'. I like to keep the engine a-hummin'. To take home to my baby.
In the beginning there was the word. And the word was sent through. A thousand different telephone lines. And became garbled and distorted. And so began the long process of sorting out.
O and where are you going?. Said the False False Fly. To the lovely little child on the road. I am going to my school. Said the lovely little child. She was only but seven years old.
Blowing kisses off his face. Like flies, like little flies. Blowing like a grouper fish. Floating through the reefs. . His card says executive. But it mumbles just a salesman.
Everything reminds me of my dog. The guy in the store reminds me of my dog. Telephones remind me of my dog yoohoo. Taxicabs remind me too. . If you remind me of my dog.