Whoa, oa, oh. For the longest time. Whoa, oa, oh. For the longest. If you said goodbye to me tonight. There would still be music left to write. What else could I do.
Once upon a time in the land of misty satin dreams. There stood a house and a man who painted nature scenes. He painted trees and fields and animals and streams and he stayed.
Sitting here in avalon, looking at the pouring rain. Summertime has come and gone and everybody's home again. Closing down for the season, I found the last of the souvenirs.