Everything is old in the world. Except for the baby. Little baby, ah little baby. . And nothing's sun isn't seen. Except for the baby. Little baby, ah little baby.
Fell the dark night. And no starlight to light the room. And no, no, no, no, no, no. No, no half moon. . Fell an old tune. Under trumpets by 'A Blue Lagoon'.
Oh, redemption is a pure signal. It's high in the pines like a bald eagle. But I've only seen it once or twice. He wanted me to follow but I fell down.
Well, I'm trying hard to pass the time. But I just got more time to kill. You know the flaming heart can't get his fill. But the flaming heart will try and try as he will.
I sailed a wild, wild sea. climbed up a tall, tall mountain. I met an old, old man. beneath a weeping willow tree. He said now if you got some questions.
"Death is just a door," Blake said it first. It's just another room we enter, it's the threshold that hurts. Birth is just a chorus, death is just a verse.
I was washing antique cars. Working part-time for my dad after school. When I got the go-ahead. To pick a car and spin around the neighborhood. . It was a baby blue fifty-two Roadstar.
Two three four. . Let's go place some money on the order of the horses. Break the ribbon of that famous finish line. And we'll gather up our stash babe.