The just are seeking justice. The meek are reaching out. For something only children. Can really know about. . And some men cry for mercy. While they deny their brothers' pain.
On the thirty-first day of the summer moon. In the marketplace. Somebody touched my hand and said. I was a woman of taste. Then with a flutter of wings.
The winds of time set my mind at ease. Like a gentle breeze, they let me know that I love you. Over and over again, we light the flame. Re-discovering that we are the same and I love you.
THE FIRTS DAY IN AUGUST. by Carole King & Charles Larkey. . On the first day in August. I want to wake up by your side. After sleeping with you. on the last night in July.
The awful truth. Concerning me. The creature-feature mystery. Is simply this. In the worst way. I wanna play. MRS. DRACULA. . The challenge is tough. But I know I've got the stuff.
Waiting on tables while waiting on fame. In a city filled with numbers, they've forgotten their names. Like a lonely broken people without title, without claim.
Wind blow. Moon glow. You know the way to be. Touching everything. Going through to the second sea. . Starlight. Sunbird. The music inside us all. Touches everyone.
I ahve tried to untangled. All my thoughs from every angle. To know the one I loved the best. To dream of happiness and make that. dream come true. And I'm still here thinking of you.
Decades pass in just one year. And your illusions disappear. And you fear the speeding time. . You find a dream that you embrace. Look the other way and it's a race.
When the sun goes down. Over the canyon. And you're feeling. Lost and abandoned. Some stranger may knock. Upon your door. And it may be like knowing. Someone you never met before.
Simple things mean a lot to me. Some things only children can see. Simple things like horses running free. And easy acceptance of life. . Simple things never compromise.
Sacred heart, sacred heart of stone. Even the sword of love cannot penetrate you. Oh, sacred heart, sacred heart of stone. I used to love you, now I think I hate you.
I'm really Rosie. And I'm Rosie Real. You better believe me. I'm a great big deal!. . BELIEVE ME!. . I'm a star from afar. Off the golden coast. Beat the drum! Make that toast!.
RASPBERRY JAM. By Carole King & Toni Stern. . Pieces of toast. raspberry jam. Laid out on the breakfast table. It's time to begin again. . Way down in the valley.
Prologue:. There was once a boy named Pierre. Who only would say, I don't care!. Read his story, my friend, for you'll find. At the end that a suitable.
PEACE IN THE VALLEY. by Carole King & Toni Stern. . Looking out my window. Peace in the valley just don't come. Though I know that man's my brother. ANd that I'm the sefish one..
One was Johnny. (One was Johnny). . 1 was Johnny who lived by himself. 2 was a rat who jumped on his shelf. 3 was a cat who chased the rat. 4 was a dog who came in and sat.
THE FIRTS DAY IN AUGUST. by Carole King & Charles Larkey. . On the first day in August. I want to wake up by your side. After sleeping with you. on the last night in July.
Here's where it all began. Here's where I heard that beat. Here's where I tapped that tap. With my natural rhythm feet. In my simple humble neighborhood.
My my she cries, everyone dies. She waits, but can't get an answer. And all he wants to do is dance,. dance, dance, dance. All he wants to do is dance..