Forgive me my unsettled ways. Don't linger in time or finger what's mine. Don't make me do what you wouldn't do yourself. . Forgive me the bad things I do.
Uncle Toad sittin' by the old south gate. Waitin' them boys they bin stayin' out late. Uncle Toad thinks, they're way out of line. Maybe they think, he is past his prime.
Oh, the gist of it all is the first day of fall. Is the day when my ship will set sail. The best of all friends will say good-bye again. There's still time for one last glass of ale.
The space shuttle ends where the subway begins. There's a tear on the face of the moon. From dusk until dawn they have searched all day long. But there's too many clues in this room.
It was only yesterday. When I heard the teacher say. Patiently, one and two make three. We were children, you and me. Let us pray for the ones they call.
The way I feel is like a robin. Whose babes have flown to come no more. Like a tall oak tree alone and cryin'. When the birds have flown and the nest is bare.
Just like birds of a feather. We too have followed the golden sun. It feels so good. Knowin' the watchman's gone. . If I give you a rose, buddy. Would you please bury it in the fields?.
The soul is the rock and the rock will not be moved. Nothing is disputed, yet nothing is disproved. And the seeds of the earth that were planted long ago.
When it's midnight on the meadow. And the cats are in the shed. And the river tells a story. At the window by my bed. . If you listen very closely. Be as quiet as you can.
The songs of the wars are as old as the hills. They cling like the rust on the cold steel that kills. They tell of the boys who went down to the tracks.
Down the hall their voices ring, their feet are on the run. Phantoms on the winter sky, together they do come. Faded lips and eyes of blue, they're carried in the wind.
There's a little room on my list for tonight. Will ya be the one to fill it in. Toss around what is up, what is down. . In between, would ya like to dream.
The last time I saw her face. Her eyes were bathed in starlight. And her hair hung long. . The last time she spoke to me. Her lips were like the scented flowers.
Go first in the world, go forth with your fears. Remember a price must be paid. Be always too soon, be never too fast. At the time when all bets must be laid.
Step inside my tent, said she, "I'd like to read you palm". Leave the dollar in the jar, this won't take very long. Leave the circus noise behind, close your eyes, relax your mind.
I come to this garden, I come here to rest. Early each day upon rising. I think of my lost love from over the sea. And sometimes I've wondered, if she thinks of me.
Thank you for the promises we make. I know I can't complain. I think I did all right. No failures are in sight. Only now and then. I'd like to reminisce.
Whatever you think of me I'm still your friend. So other than nothin' what's new. The water's still flowin' through the rose on my skin. This here tattoo is for you.
Sweet Guinevere, you're off to the coal town tonight. And your young brother Ernie's up in Pittsburgh PA. You know mother loves you, and dad's in the mine.
Where the road runs down by the Butternut Grove. To old Bill Skinners Stream. Do tell at the noonday bell. It's time for a summertime dream. . In a lunch pail town, in a one horse way.