more suffering soul Baby, I can't tell you what is real I can only tell you what I feel Why must every line on the page Have a question mark It
at the same blue moon Under the sheltering sky Some say love is the rarest word Some say truth's just a point of contention I know we have a love
I was a child in the '60s So unsure of my direction I would follow where my friends and family would lead I was strengthened When I first heard the
it sounds like a lie I said I'd rather die than live without her Without her Love is a beautiful thing when it knows how to swing And it moves like a