One sunday morning. We'd been walking. Down by. The old graveyard. The morning fog. I looked at you. Yeah. Those mystic eyes. Mystic eyes. Mystic eyes.
(transcribed from them's them again album, 1966). . Fill me my cup. And I'll drink your sparkling wine. Pretending everything is fine. Till I see your sad eyes.
Oh, she give me moonshine whiskey. Oh, she give me southern love. Deep in the heart of Texas. There beneath the stars above. Oh, she give me southern comfort.
You have drowned. a thousand sorrows. all in one,. and mixed with mugs, (?). and millionaires. you have done.. Ya' been and gone and done it. for a quid,.
Memories. All I have is memories. All I have is memories. Memories of you. . Now you're gone. They linger on, these memories. All these precious memories.
In the afternoon, baby in my room. When the lights are dim way beyond the hill. In the afternoon, baby in my room. When I'm really down get me off the ground.
Well don't you know. How much I love you. Don't you know. How much I care. It's beyond my comprehension. 'Cos I love you on the square. . It's not bound by any definition.
Lost in a strange city. nowhere to turn. far cry from the streets that. i came from. it can get lonely. when you're travelling hard. but you can even be lonely.
Man makes his money and they call him rich. Deep down inside he knows that life's still a bitch. Man tries to keep things but they're taken away. Man has to struggle all the live long day.
All the men would turn their head. When she walked down the street. Clothes are fine and hair that shine. Smiling, oh so sweet, smiling, oh so sweet. .
Down on Cyprus Avenue, with a childlike vision leaping into view. Clicking, clacking of the high heeled shoe. Ford and Fitzroy, Madame George. Marching with the soldier boy behind.