You've been in all my dreams since you've been gone. Each morning when I wake up with the dawn. Dream Street Rose, I like the way you smile. Dream Street Rose, stay with me awhile.
Oh, when he was a man, my father would stand. I never saw him run. There wasn't anyone could make the man bend. The strength of his will was the tool of his trade.
Through the woodland, through the valley. Comes a horseman wild and free. Tilting at the windmills passing. Who can the brave young horseman be. . He is wild but he is mellow.
It's so nice to meet an old friend and pass the time of day. And talk about the home town a million miles away. Is the ice still in the river, are the old folks still the same.
When first, I did appear upon this native soil. All up and down this country at labor I did toil. I slumbered in the moonlight and I rose with the sun.
All you need is time. All you need is time, time, time to make me bend. Give it a try, don't be rude. Put it to the test and I'll give it right back to you.
I came down through Albany to New York. To find what I'd been missin'. I looked across the river to the city. Where the windows all stood glistenin'. I stood listenin'.
Island goodbye, island goodbye. We been too long together, my island and I. 'Cross the blue sea, 'cross the blue sea. We been too long together, my island and me.
Rows of lights in a circle of steel. Where you place your bets on a great big wheel. High windows flickerin' down through the snow. A time you know. .
I'm sailing down the summer wind. I got whiskers on my chin. And I like the mood I'm in. As I while away the time of day. In the lee of Christian Island.
His father was a man who could never understand. The shame on a red man's face. So they lived in the hills and they never came down. But to trade in the white man's place.
I spent most of my life outside, in the driving rain. I was only trying to get by with some of life's amenities. Well, nothing's free, I got more than I bargained for.
All I can see is the sea and the sky. And the sky is blue and the sea is green. Yesterday's a cabaret. Gowns of satin on ladies gay. . Yesterday's a cabaret.
Born in the country and I like that country smile. Of the little girls and boys, they remind me of a child. That I knew and a big harvest moon. That shone by supper time in the dusty afternoon.
Born in the country and I like that country smile. Of the little girls and boys, they remind me of a child. That I knew and a big harvest moon. That shon' by suppertime in the dusty afternoon.
Boss man, boss man, what do you say?. I gotta get you alone in the mine some day. Boss man, boss man, turn it around. If you don't look away how can I sit down.
Dee dee dee, dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee. . I would rather be at the boathouse, out of the daily grind. I'd sooner be down at the boathouse, what a way to unwind.
There's a south wind risin' and the moon shines on my window sill. I've got a feeling I might walk on over the hill. I'm bent but not broken, all I need is some rest.
Black day in July. . Motor city madness has touched the countryside. And through the smoke and cinders you can hear it far and wide. The doors are quickly bolted and the children locked inside.
I'd like to be in biscuit city. With my banjo in my hand. I don't need no long vacation. In some foreign land. Cause the sound of my own breathing. Has been turning to a sigh.