I'll be home, I'll be home When your nights are troubled And you're all alone When you're feeling down And need some sympathy Nobody's around To keep
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Out of the tree of life I just picked me a plum You came along And everything's starting to hum Still it's a real good bet The best is yet to come Yes
I've grown accustomed to his face He almost makes the day begin I've grown accustomed to the tune He whistles night and noon His smiles, his frowns,
Time after time I tell myself that I'm So lucky to be loving you So lucky to be The one you run to see In the evening When the day is through I only
In the evening when the cattle's [Incomprehensible] An old familiar feeling settles over me And it's your face I see and I believe that you are there
I know he's around When the sky and the ground started ringing I know that he's near By the thunder I hear in advance His words, his words alone are
I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm I'm as jumpy as puppet on a string I'd say that I had spring fever But I know it isn't spring I am starry
Blue skies, smilin' at me Nothin' but blues skies do I see Bluebirds singing a song Nothin' but bluebirds all day long Never saw the sun shinin' so bright
[Wagner, Schmidt/Wagner] In search for personality We people always think the clothing makes a man In fact there's such ha difference in all What we
The fiery sun of my passions Evaporates the love lakes of my soul Clouds my thoughts and rains you into existence As I take flight on bolts of lighting
The changing of sunlight to moonlight Reflections of my life, oh how they fill my eyes The greetings of people in trouble Reflections of my life, oh how
Mysteries unfolding quickly before my eyes In a way I saw the world in one night Without even leaving Without even leaving the room Golden cymbals catching
In the sun we are found To be reflections of a sound I know it?s been far too long In stormy weather My arrested hope won?t choke forever Like a memory
Yeah, yeah In the mirror of my mind Time after time I see reflections of You and me Reflections of The way life used to be Reflections of The love you
And there were future reflections On the face and the hands On a green colored island On a primitive man It was the future reflected It felt familiar
(bliss) Well i've been running round this globe for a coupla spins now grown from school days the outcast from the in crowd I keep my chin down as time
Now, in winter, I'm looking, forward to spring It's cold here, and damp there, and I want, more sunlight on my skin Coz I don't want to be here And I'