winter time and the frozen river sunday afternoon they're playing hockey on the river rosy... he'll have that scar on his chin forever someday
i could've been miss punta blanca i could've but i didn't want to i think i could've beena winner if i'd gone dancing after dinner i could've rhumba'd
red high heels is the way i feels got the sways and reels going home red high heels and the church bells peal cross the snowy fields going home i walk
i know there's a place that you call your own and you're safe and warm and you feel like yo're home and the peace of it and the faith involved and you
you watch the slow train moving through the city late at night adjusting back and forth against the darkness and street lights i know that you're feeling
something about trains something about love something about this old earth and the way it looks from up above something about satellites something about
so i go down to the lobby and everyone stares they say take off that foolish hat what man? i say so i go down to the lobby and everyone stares they say
Ogwen--Bessie's gone Bessie's gone away I looked in the high meadow for her I think she's gone I looked down by the river And I looked behind the barn
the master: i was dreaming in the steam room everything was so clear for a minute and i thought... and the dripping tiles and... and i say i'll confess
One time I saw Canada fall through a hole in the sky I do not know if I was really sad to see her go For in her place there was a herd of early morning
i live in the hills you live in the valleys and all that you know are those blackbirds yoou rise every morning wondering what in the world will the world
I reached the desert as the sun was rising On the day that you were passing through The caravan you travelled in was crowded I didn't like the people
la jalouse i said no la jalouse i told you to go you trick me with all your lies trick me 'til i'm on your side drag me into your stinking
the walking and constantly an endless stream of endless dreams that wheel and roll just past my shoulder the waiting and constantly an endless shift of
All I said was--why are you so fat If you don't want to be and all that No big deal--I just want to know Mind your own business--no I don't mean you It
We walk the narrow path Beneath the smoking skies Sometimes you can barely tell the difference Between the darkness and light Do we have faith in what
clearing in the wilderness and you lay down and i picked you up and i said you must never leave your beautiful hands like knitting needles and i said-it's jane
wait wait waiting for the lights to change that I may move on move on wait wait waiting for the lights to change that I may move on move on still still