One two three four five six seven eight hey baby you're a little too late. I'm standin' on the outside lookin' in at you on the inside. Lookin' out at me on the outside lookin' in.
He'll be comin' down the road at the break of day. His head thrown back and his guns tied low. He's comin' after Jinny wants to take her away but I ain't gonna let her go.
The Moon she is a pretty girl who lives up in the stars. And that old cloud he's a great old man who loves her from afar. He loves her from afar. When Lady Moon smiles down on him ol' Cloud is all a-wonder.
Oh the changing of the seasons it's a pretty thing to see. And though I find this balmy weather pleasin'. There's the wind come from tomorrow and I hear it callin' me.
By Robin Williamson. . Robin Williamson: Guitar and vocals.. . Please never name yourself to me. enough lies we see. even the moonlight. . come rest, rest awhile beneath the shade.
What do you think of me. Now that you know who I am. What do you think of me. What do you think of that plan. That we had for so long. Why did it have to change.
I see it's growing darker. And darker still. I see my heart growing darker. And darker still. I felt your heart growing darker. And darker still. I see this life growing darker.
Lully, lulla, thou little tiny child. Bye, bye, lully, lullay, thou little tiny child. Bye, bye, lully, lullay. . Oh, sisters too, how may we do. For to preserve this day?.
C'est la fin quoigue l'on die j'amerai. Cella guise en null pres. C'est la fin, je veux la vie. Gise beau si a le vie, belle ami. C'est la fin quoigue l'on die j'amerai.
Take her to the river, call her a river-child. Take her to the forest, call her a little wild. Sell her to the gypsy for a jar of metal coins. Take her to the mountain and thrust yourself into her loins.
As a matter of fact. It's the way that you act. It's a matter of (ways?). It's customary. It was the real (pie?). I got it all in my eye. She told me she wanted to hold me.
Well I do believe that crime pays. And I do believe there's.... I do believe that there's countless ways. And crime pays. crime pays.
[woman:]. Give me just what you have. Give me just what you have to offer. I'm comin' on through. I'm tasting the blue. I'm tasting the green. I'm tasting ???.
Make (?) me with it (?). It's all a game of Sunday fortune. In your eye. Crack a smile. Fortune frowns on your bad heart. Can you bless them, will you.
I couldn't be a reader. I had to write the words. I couldn't be a dancer. I had to pull the string. Hey, I wouldn't treat you nice. Hey, you'd have to pay the price.
You took out my eye. And I wonder why. Are you the same birth. You're not me. I can't see the sun. Moving July, the babies on the floor. I'm not saying anymore.
Well I read about your bargain basement. At the corner of the street. And about the strangers fawning. At the sidewalk and your feet. While running, try to meet me.
Fear Jesus Christ. Ah, don't fear what you have to do. He didn't fear what he had to do. I'll give it back tomorrow. I'll give it back, all your sorrow.