There were bells on a hill. But I never heard them ringing. No, I never heard them at all. Till there was you. . There were birds in the sky. But I never saw them winging.
Too much. Of a good thing. Will make you numb. You'll always go crazy. You'll make her feel dumb. Too much. Of a good thing. Can you make you lose your sight.
You could take me cause it is so easy. You could take me cause it makes you happy. And then you throw me on the ground. Throw me on the ground. Throw me on the ground.
And every morning before I'm awake. I walk around the world to make sure she's alright. And every evening 'fore I bolt the door. I give the stars a stir to make sure they will spin all night.
Wake up every morning, by the break of dawn. Hear that rooster crowing, I feel so all alone. Honey snuggle outside my window, do sparkling oh divine. Little squirrels is a'barking.
Travelin' Blues. . I've traveled 'cross the country. I've sung with lots of bands. I've played in those big cities. That book those one night stands. I'm lonely and I'm weary.
Go on talk to me, baby,. So long, say yeah. . Trouble and me, we got to try and figure out some kinda way to go,. That we know, eh eh. Trouble it meet me every time I step around, the way of danger's flow,.
When the winter turns to spring. And the cold has run away. And my memories of you. Are in a blossom's early trace.. In this quiet evening news. Of a yesterday embrace.
They say, 'don't change the old for the new'. But I've found out this will never do. When you grow old, you don't last long. You're here today and then tomorrow you're gone.
Here I go again, I hear those trumpets blow again.. All aglow again, takin' a chance on love.. Here I slide again, about to take that ride again.. Starry-eyed again, takin' a chance on love..
Oh, what a beautiful city. Oh, what a beautiful city. Oh, what a beautiful city. Twelve gates to the city, hallelujah. . And it's oh, what a beautiful.
Once again. There's a feeling inside of me. Nothing new. I've felt it before. Like the voice of hunger. Inside of me crying out. There's got to be more.
Once again. There's a feeling inside of me. Nothing new. I've felt it before. Like the voice of hunger. Inside of me crying out. There's got to be more.
When the mellow moon begins to beam. Every night I dream a little dream. And of course Prince Charming is the theme. The he, for me.. . Although I realize as well as you.