(Instrumental)
Life you make it what it is Love can change it with a kiss Love can take you by the hand Love can drop you where you stand But still you want to have
Once I had a dream, that worried me Like a drunken guillotine Lingering just above my head Why, why, why, why? Why was I born "The Nine" Cursed repeatedly
You've got to learn, to brighten up your ways Kick out your dull padded life There's much to know, and no doors in space They were only mirrors you imagined
Banapple gas, oh Banapple gas Everybody's sniffing it Banapple gas O-o alas! All the world is stuck on it Banapple gas. Does it do you good, make you
Oh the trees grow higher than the mountains In the land of free love and goodbye The river's ever flowing, fishing growing And the God I love loves me
Home on a kite we fly, Home on a breeze we blow Eyeing the folks below and Watching everybody run, Each one heading for a different place Watching everybody
I was a child Who ran full of laughter I was a child who lived for today My eyes full of sunshine My heart full of smiles I was a child for a day We were
Oh don't say those same idle lies Ive heard them before This fool who left his heart on an early train won't buy no more Oh no don't use those same weeping
He was the King of trees Keeper of the leaves A deep green god of young Love stained memory We used to meet by him Far from the hustling town I loved
One is the ever blazing star Sword of the immortal world And highest light Yes, this is our star. Out star is ever rising Borm of the eternal lamp And
Sun is the reason And the world it will bloom Cause sun lights the sky And the sun lights the moon Sun is the reason All the happy trees are green Then
Other people come and go They try to make it through I have to smile and tell them no Cause I only care for you I only care for you Yes, you are my sweet
[1st verse:] Yesterday I was on the edge hoping everything was going to work itself out A good honest man doing the work of God Trying to make things
Come on lets go down Everybodys waiting for us Down at the ghost town Bill Bailey said hed be around If Mrs. G. Robinson would just put That bad Havana
I love I love Im ready to love yes I love I love Im ready to love yeah I love I love Im ready to ready to ready to love I love I love Im ready to love