The way I feel is like a robin Whose babes have flown to come no more Like a tall oak tree alone and cryin' When the birds have flown and the nest is
It's so nice to meet an old friend and pass the time of day And talk about the home town a million miles away Is the ice still in the river, are the old
If you could read my mind love What a tale my thoughts could tell Just like an onld time movie 'Bout a ghost from a wishing well In a castle dark, Or
With a lady like devotion She sails the bitter ocean If it wasn't for lovesick sailors There'd be nothin' left but flotsam Singin' why, oh my, is there
I'd like to be in Biscuit City With my banjo in my hand I don't need no long vacation In some foreign land Cause the sound of my own breathing Has been
All I'm after is to be on your winning side All I need is to be turning back the tide 'Cause I care too much for the life that I lead What you're thinking
In this land of chance do we know right from wrong Even at a glance we know the road is long We don't owe a single thing to anyone Most of us do not believe
Phil Ochs Sit by my side, come as close as the air Share in a memory of gray Wander in my words, dream about the pictures That I play of changes Green
Down in the warm dark part of my heart you stay I've been on my own for so long as I stand here today I'd never leave you I'll do anything that you say
A one man band on a one night stand As a one man band should be The cried for more, he replied why sure And he played one just for free The sounds he
Ring them bells ye heathen from the city that dreams Ring them bell from the sanctuaries, 'cross the valleys and streams For they're deep and they're
I think you have somebody waiting outside in the rain to take you away You got places to go, you got people to see still I'm gonna miss you but anyway
Shadows - Gordon Lightfoot Won't you reach out love and touch me, let me hold you for awhile? I been all around the world, oh how I long to see you smile
I'm on my way, got no time to waste Places to go, people to chase Gonna grab my comb 'n my toothpaste Gotta get away from here Twenty-one years from the
SPANISH MOSS Let go darlin' I can feel the night wind call Guess I'd better go I like you more than half as much As I love your Spanish moss Spanish moss
The space shuttle ends where the subway begins There's a tear on the face of the moon Fromdusk until dawn they have searched all day long But there's
Through the woodland, through the valley Comes a horseman wild and free Tilting at the windmills passing Who can the brave young horseman be He is wild
Whatever you think of me I'm still your friend So other than nothin' what's new The water 's still flowin' Through the rose on my skin This here tattoo