We've got to stay together. We've got to find each other now. That is how we can learn all about the other man's song. On the plains of abraham. When they sent the lamb to die.
I remember when best friends were jealous lovers. Lyin' warm asleep beneath the covers, dreaming of belonging to each other. And so we tried, never too close, never too near, dyin' in time.
Gotta make your mind up. Every single day. (I) hate to see you lonely. Losin' me this way. Lookin' for the man. Who stole my love from me. Gotta know the reason.
I've got a song that it is my mind. My little love who is never unkind. "I'm a poet and I'm better off dead". These are the words she said. . Down by the breadline, pickin' up dough.
I saw two dreamers dreamin'. They almost caused a spark. I saw two lovers in paradise right back at the start. I saw two minds in the world set free. But it almost broke my heart.
She is my flower. And she blooms for the one who loves her best. The miners stop to watch as she walks. They know her love is not for sale. She will never fail me 'cause I know.
Pretty faces everywhere. A few hard cases stop and stare. They've got charm that is not right. Pretty faces late at night. . Morning Glory what's the story?.
Mister Rock of Ages, you got time on your hands. Got no worries, got no plans. Bless my soul, now you're doin' fine. You ain't got no axe to grind. . Rock of Ages, tell me where does it stand.
The minstrel of the dawn is here. To make you laugh and bend your ear. Up the steps you'll hear him climb. All full of thoughts, all full of rhymes. .
Never had much to say, he traveled alone with no friends. Like a shadowy ghost at dawn he came and he went. Through the woodland swiftly gliding, to the young maid he came gliding.
Finders, keepers, losers, weepers. Ring around the rosy and I'll catch you if I can. But if you don't say, "May I", then you'll have to start again. But first you must indulge me and count from one to ten.
Now have you seen the lighthouse shining from the rock. For the ship Marie Christine and all her gallant lot. Now have you seen the lighthouse, oh we are close to land.
Some life I've been livin' like a song in the night. Good sounds every moment, good news and bright lights. Anytime I get lonesome, I just got to do things right.
It is said that all the good things. Must come to him who can pretend. He doesn't have to wait. . For as surely as the light of day. Must come to drive the night away.
Love and maple syrup goes together. Like the sticky winds of winter. When they meet. When lonely lovers come to rest. Beneath the trees they do their best.
Looking at the rain. Feeling the pain. Of love lost running though. My brain. Looking at the wind. Watching it spin. The leaves along the street. You win.
From the railhead to the boatyard. From the factory to the farm. From the mine to the mill yard. I've weathered the storm. . From the bar room to the bedpost.
That long thin dawn, that long thin dawn is coming on again. . I've seen the hills of Frisco and the streets of Montreal. In every town I've been to I've had someone to call.
Where the long river flows it flows by my window. Where the tall timber grows, it grows 'round my door. Where the mountain meets the sky and the white clouds fly.
These are just the simple facts, I will relate to you. Though they are not connected, each and every one is true. If they seem a bit untidy, well, unraveling them is fun.