He gets up every morning. And he lights upon the floor. He migrates to the washroom. And he opens up the door. . The whiskers on his chin tells him. He's in, and then.
We all live in the Year of Sunday. So many things are in store for us. Oh, what a gift to be born in. Sunday's beautiful light way down here in the dusk.
I want to see everybody singing, everybody laughing. Everybody happy, everybody down home. When I meet them, when I meet them. Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah. .
Oh my Wayland, there's deer in the forests. And rivers are flowing just for you. Oh my father, look down through the mountains and valleys. The grain's in the silo, all for you.
Truth is but a woman with flaxen hair. While blown by the wind cannot begin. Lest the ravens utter in despair. For they cannot caress her flower. Nor in the hour find hands of care.
Today went so softly. Just faded away. Like the rain in the springtime. On that day, I met you, I met you, when I met you. . Today went so quietly. I turned and it was gone.
Have you been down to Tin Town. Where dreams in cans once were drowned?. A snag somewhere in someone's life. Caught him there, pulled him to strife. .
Yesterday, I was born here. Tomorrow, I'll be gone. They say there's a man now. Down in Persia down there. . Guess I'll walk, the Euphrates River. The deep, deep river, the wide, wide river.
See that girl all dressed in green. Sudan Village, we hear you. Prepare to receive your king. Sudan Village, we hear you. . Our hearts long to be there too.
She loves because she loves. And she dreams the same way that she loves. And she suffers because she does. And I love everything she does. . Silent as the wind that blows, I watch her as her life unfolds.
The valley of search. The valley of love. The valley of knowledge and unity. . The valley of contentment. The valley of wonderment. The valley of true poverty.
The lull of night brings you before me, dressed in distant land of Nod. And within, my heart beholds you growing there within the sod. But eye beneath the perfumed brow, why look to me again?.
In the sea of consciousness. I knew you, knew you, knew you. In the sea of consciousness. You loved me, loved me, loved me. . But this world is a dark world.
Oh Ruby Jean, last night I dreamed. I was runnin' somewhere beyond the stars. I called out to you and you answered softly. You are the children's eyes, I'm the days gone by.
Wish that I could wake again. Day's at end and I've lost again. But this is my favorite time of day. . Rachel comes to dry my tears away. This is our only time to play.
It came in early morning, an ordinary day. When all the sleepy citizens were on their merry way. No mortal eye, no voice, no ear escaped the destined plan.
I'm a man who has lived my life alone. In seclusion, confusion, I'm dying, all I wanted was a son. . I would take him on my knee, hold him close to me.
Once in morning contemplation, soft rain conversation. Fallin' softly on my pain. And far away a bittersweet refrain. Keeps a callin' me. . It was in the early spring, hills alive with rushin' springs.
In the evenin' when you're all alone. And you're layin' on your couch at home. Maybe it's-a one of those days when everything is wrong. 'Cause you feel like all your friends are gone, you're friends are gone.
I'll play for you, I'll play for you, I'll play for you. . Tonight while the lights are shinin'. And the microphone is on, I'll play for you. So many will be the blessings.