: Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy. Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry Sunshine on the water looks so lovely. Sunshine almost always make me
: I had an uncle name of Matthew he was his father's only boy Born just south of Colby, Kansas he was his mother's pride and joy Yes, and joy was just
: He was born in the summer of his twenty seventh year coming home to a place he'd never been before. He left yesterday behind him, you might say he
: Because he called the forest "Brother" Because he calls the Earth his mother They drove him out into the rain Some people even said the boy from the
: Been out on this highway now five days in a row My words all run together and my feet are movin' slow I've got to stop and eat while it's still light
: Oh what will you give me? Say the sad bells of Rhymney Is there hope for the future? Cry the brown bells of Merthyr. Who made the mine owner? Say the
: So you speak to me in sadness and the coming of the winter, fear that is within' you know that seems to never end, and the dreams that have escaped
: There are children raised in sorrow on a scorched and barren plain there are children raised beneath the golden sun There are children of the water
: On a snow crystal morning some place close to heaven On the side of a mountain in a race for the sun In a matter of moments the dream of a lifetime
: Of course, we have our diff'rences, you shouldn't be surprised It's as natural as changes in the seasons and the skies. Sometimes we grow together,
: All my bags are packed I'm ready to go. I'm standing here outside your door. I hate to wake you up to say goodbye. But the dawn is breaking it early
: It's cold here in the city It always seems that way And I've been thinking about you Almost every day Thinking about the good times Thinking about
: It's funny how you sound as if you're right next door when you're really half a world away I just can't seem to find the words I'm looking for to say
: When I was a little bitty boy just up off a floor We used to go down to Grandma's house ev'ry month end or so, We'd have chicken pie and country ham
: Almost heaven, west virginia Blue ridge mountains, shenandoah river Life is old there, older than the trees Younger than the mountains, blowing like
: Lady, are you crying, do the tears belong to me Did you think our time together was all gone? Lady, you've been dreaming I'm as close as I can be
: It's by far the hardest thing I've ever done to be so in love with you and so a-lone Follow me where I go what I do and who I know make it part of
: There's a name for war and killing there's a name for giving in when you know another answer for me the name is sin but there's still time to turn
