When I was young I'd listen to the radio Waitin' for my favorite songs When they played I'd sing along It made me smile Those were such happy times And
Long ago, and, oh, so far away I fell in love with you before the second show Your guitar, it sounds so sweet and clear But you're not really here, it
I'm sittin' in the railway station Got a ticket for my destination On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand And every stop is neatly
Slow down, you move too fast You got to make the morning last Just kicking down the cobble stones Looking for fun and feelin' groovy Ba, da, da, da, da
Someone told me It's all happening at the zoo I do believe it I do believe it's true It's a light and tumble journey From the east side to the park Just
A winter's day In a deep and dark December I am alone Gazing from my window To the streets below On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow I am a rock
Are you going to scarborough fair Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine Tell her to make
Old friends, old friends Sat on their park bench like bookends A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes of the high shoes Of the old
Here is my song for the asking Ask me and I will play So sweetly I'll make you smile This is my tune for the taking Take it, don't turn away I've been
So long, Frank Lloyd Wright I can't believe your song is gone so soon I barely learned the tune so soon, so soon I'll remember Frank Lloyd Wright All
I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told I've squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles Such are promises All lies and jest Still
What a 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
Why don't you write me, I'm out in the jungle I'm hungry to hear you? Send me a card, I am waiting so hard To be near you Why don't you write? Something
In a vine covered shack in the mountains Bravely fighting the battle of time Is a dear one who's weathered my sorrows 'Tis that silver haired daddy of
It's going to take some time this time To get myself in shape I really fell out of line this time I really missed the gate The birds on the telephone
Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that
I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song I'm twenty-two now but I won't be for long Time hurries on And the leaves that are green turned to brown
I hear the drizzle of the rain Like a memory it falls Soft and warm continuing Tapping on my roof and walls And from the shelter of my mind Through the