Don't take the wrong direction passin' through Instead of deep reflection of what's true For it's a combination of judgments made by you That cause a
Gonna build myself a castle High up in the clouds There'll be skies outside my window Lose these streets and crowds Dance the night away Will find myself
Are we rolling? A one, a two, a three, a four A mother was washing her baby one night The youngest of ten and a delicate mite The mother was poor and
Outside my window is a tree Outside my window is a tree There only for me And it stands in the gray of the city No time for pity for the tree or me
(Ginger Baker) Don't take the wrong direction passing through, Instead of deep reflection of what's true, For it's a combination of judgments made by
(Jack Bruce and Pete Brown) Goner build myself a castle High up in the clouds. There'll be skies outside my window, Lose these streets and crowds.
(traditional) Are we wollin'? A one, a two, a free, a four... A mother was washing her baby one night, The youngest of ten and a delicate mite. The
(Arthur "Blind Willie" Reynolds) If you lose your money, great God, don't lose your mind. If you lose your money, great God, don't lose your mind. And
(Eric Clapton, Gail Collins and Felix Pappalardi) Strange brew -- killin' what's inside of you. She's a witch of trouble in electric blue. In her own
(Jack Bruce and Pete Brown) Coming to me in the morning, leaving me at night. Coming to me in the morning, leaving me alone. You've got that rainbow
(Jack Bruce, Pete Brown & Eric Clapton) It's gettin' near dawn, When lights close their tired eyes. I'll soon be with you my love, To give you my dawn
Take it back, take it back, take that thing right outa here. Right away, far away, take that thing right outa here. Don't let them take me to where
(Eric Clapton and Martin Sharp) You thought the leaden winter would bring you down forever, But you rode upon a steamer to the violence of the sun.
(Jack Bruce) Please open your eyes, Try to realise. I found out today we're going wrong, We're going wrong. Please open your mind, See what you can
(Gail Collins and Felix Pappalardi) Outside my window is a tree. Outside my window is a tree. There only for me. And it stands in the grey of the city
