CHORUS Cecilia, you're breaking my heart, You're shaking my confidence daily. Oh Cecilia, I'm down on m my knees, I'm begging you please to come home.
Is it a kind of dream, Floating out on the tide, Following the river of death downstream? Oh, is it a dream? There's a fog along the horizon, A strange
Cloudy The sky is gray and white and cloudy, Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me. And it's a hitchhike a hundred miles. I'm a rag-a-muffin child
God rest ye merry gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay. Remember Christ our savior, Was born on Christmas Day. To save us all from Satan's power, When
I'd rather be a sparrow than a snail. Yes I would. If I could, I surely would. I'd rather be a hammer than a nail. Yes I would. If I could, I surely
Fat Charlie the Archangel Sliped into the room He said I have no opinion about this And I have no opinion about that Sad as a lonely little wrinkled balloon
The problem is all inside your head She said to me The answer is easy if you Take it logically I'd like to help you in your struggle To be free There
Through the corridors of sleep Past the shadows dark and deep My mind dances and leaps in confusion. I don't know what is real, I can't touch what I feel
CHORUS Bye bye love Bye bye happiness Hello loneliness I think I'm gonna cry Bye bye love Bye bye sweet caress Hello emptiness I feel like I could die
What I dream I had: Pressed in organdy; Clothed in crinoline of smoky Burgundy; Softer than the rain. I wandered empty streets Down past the shop displays
There may come a time When you'll be tired As tired as a dream that wants to die And further to fly Further to fly Further to fly Further to fly Maybe
The Mississippi Delta was shining Like a National guitar I am following the river Down the highway Through the cradle of the civil war I'm going to Graceland
New york, to that tall skyline I come, flyin in from london to your door New york, lookin down on central park Where they say you should not wander after
I was having this discussion In a taxi heading downtown Rearranging my position On this friend of mine who had A little bit of a breakdown I said breakdowns
I'm a groundhog lookin for a hole I'm a dog who's gone astray I get the blues all morning And morning's my best time of the day Stanley Dancer's got my
(a-wa) O kodwa u zo-nge li-sa namhlange (a-wa a-wa) Si-bona kwenze ka kanjani (a-wa a-wa) Amanto mbazane ayeza She's a rich girl She don't try to hide
Hallelujah! Go tell it on the mountain Over the hills and everywhere Go tell it on the mountain Jesus Christ is born Down the lonely manger The
When she goes, she's gone. If she stays, she stays here. The girl does what she wants to do. She knows what she wants to do. And I know I'm fakin' it,