Buckets of rain. Buckets of tears. Got all them buckets comin' out of my ears.. Buckets of moonbeams in my hand,. You got all the love, honey baby,. I can stand..
In the lonely night. In the blinking stardust of a pale blue light. You're comin' thru to me in black and white. When we were made of dreams.. . You're blowing down the shaky street,.
While riding on a train goin' west. I fell asleep for to take my rest. I dreamed a dream that made me sad. Concerning myself and the first few friends I had.
Unlike most of the songs nowadays. Have been written up town in Tinpine Alley. That's where most of the folk songs come from nowadays. Now this, this is a song this one's written up there.
I was riding on the Mayflower. When I thought I spied some land. I yelled for Captain Arab. I have yuh understand. Who came running to the deck. Said, "Boys, forget the whale.
How many roads must a man walk down. Before you call him a man?. How many seas must a white dove sail. Before she sleeps in the sand?. Yes, and how many times must the cannonballs fly.
I woke in the mornin', wanderin',. Weary and worn out.. I woke in the mornin', wanderin',. Weary and worn out.. Wishin' my long-lost lover. Would walk to me, talk to me,.
You walk into the room. With your pencil in your hand. You see somebody naked. And you say, "Who is that man?". You try so hard. But you don't understand.
I once loved a girl, her skin it was bronze.. With the innocence of a lamb, she was gentle like a fawn.. I courted her proudly but now she is gone,. Gone as the season she's taken..
You been down to the bottom with a bad man, babe. But you're back where you belong. Go get me my pistol, babe. Honey, I'd ain't tell right from wrong.