There was once a prince who acted strangely in that. He thought life was stupid and it was for him so. He made up a world in which he liked the things we liked.
Sweet is the kiss on the lips of the lover. Warm as the breath of the wind in the summer. Bitter is the taste of good bye on the 'morrow. So must it be, both of joy and of sorrow.
Little winds sing a song of the sun in the sky. And I know, like the wind, the songs will always be there. In your hair, soft and warm, light of dawn, shining fair.
The moments turn to hours. And the hours turn to days. And I've seen so many lost ones pass away. . And they're gone. Yes, they're gone. They are gone to stay.
Mason Williams. . Them Sand Pickers:. . How 'bout them sand pickers, ain't they grand? Sittin' on their haunches, pickin' in the sand.. Pickin' in the wet sand. Pickin' in the dry. Pickin' it fiercely. Lookit fly..
If I had a ship, I'd sail away. If I had a ship, I'd sail away. Leave my sorrows where they lay. If I had a ship, I'd sail away. . Stroll down by the sea.