How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? How many times must
The last train is nearly due the underground is closing soon in the dark deserted station restless in anticipation a man waits in the shadows. His restless
Someone told me It's all happening at the zoo I do believe it I do believe it's true Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm Oh ho ho ho Mmmmm, mmmmm,
Over the mountain Down in the valley Lives a former talk show host Everybody knows his name He says, ?There's no doubt about it It was the myth of fingerprints
I was born in Puerto Rico We came here when I was a child Before I reached the age of sixteen I was runnin' with the gang and we were wild He keeps lookin
Never been lonely Never been lied to Never had to scuffle in fear Nothing denied to Born at the instant The church bells chime The whole world whispering
(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
Locked in a struggle for the right combination - Of words in a melody line, I took a walk along the riverbank of my imagination. Golden clouds were shuffling
The night was black, roads were icy Snow was fallin', drifts were high And I was weary, from my driving And I stopped to rest for a while I sat down
We heard the fireworks. Rushed out to watch the sky. Happy go lucky. Fourth of July. How can you live in the Northeast? How can you live in the South?
And the first thing I remember, I was lying in my bed Well I couldn't've been no more than one or two And I remember there was a radio, coming from the
Look at that Look at this Drop a stone in the abyss Then walk away and know that anything can happen Just like that Just like this Look at that Look
I feel good, it's a fine day The way the sun hits off the runway A cloud shifts, the plane lifts She moves on But feel the bite whenever you believe
It was a slow day And the sun was beating On the soldiers by the side of the road There was a bright light A shattering of shop windows The bomb in the
On the side of a hill, in a land called Somewhere A little boy lies asleep in the earth While down in the valley, a cruel war rages And people forget
Somewhere in a burst of glory Sound becomes a song I'm bound to tell a story That's where I belong When I see you smiling When I hear you singing Lavender
She was beautiful as Southern skies the night he met her She was married to someone He was doggedly determined that he would get her He was old, he was
Joseph's face was black as night The pale yellow moon shone in his eyes His path was marked by the stars In the Southern hemisphere And he walked his