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There's a reason for the sunshiny sky
There's a reason why I'm feeling so high
Must be the season when those love lights shine all around us
So let that feeling grab you deep inside
And send you reeling where your love can't hide
And then go stealing through the moonlit night with your lover
Just let your love flow like a mountain stream
And let your love grow with the smallest of dreams
And let your love show and you'll know what I mean it's the season
Let your love fly like a bird on the wind
And let your love find you to all living things
And let your love shine and you'll know what I mean that's the reason
There's a reason for the warm sweet nights
And there's a reason for the candle lights
Must be the season when those love lights shine all around us
So let that wonder take you into space
And lay you under its loving embrace
Just feel the thunder as it warms your face you can't hold back
Just let your love flow like a mountain stream
And let your love grow with the smallest of dreams
And let your love show and you'll know what I mean it's the season
Let your love fly like a bird on the wind
And let your love find you to all living things
And let your love shine and you'll know what I mean that's the reason
Just let your love flow like a mountain stream
And let your love grow with the smallest of dreams
And let your love show and you'll know what I mean it's the season
Let your love fly like a bird on the wind
And let your love find you to all living things
And let your love shine and you'll know what I mean that's the reason
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No woman no cry, no woman no cry
I said no woman no cry, no woman no cry
Yes I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in Trench town
Observing those hypocrits
Mingle with the good people we know ya
Good friends we knew
And food friends we lost along the way
In this bright future we can't forge the past
So dry your tears I say
No woman no cry, no woman no cry
I said no woman no cry, no woman no cry
Yes I remeber when we used to sit
In the government yard in Trench town
And georgey would cook corn meal poridge
Which I'd share with you ya
And my feet is my only carriage
So I'm gonna push on through
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
No woman no cry, no woman no cry
I said no woman no cry, no woamn no cry
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I hear your voice in every corridor
I see your face in every picture frame
I feel your eyes in every starry sky
Lover, am I coming home again?
Now am I humble, who once was proud
Now am I silent, who once was loud
Now am I waiting for the sound of your saying
Lover, am I coming home again?
When you're gone the sun don't shine
Light a light, light a light for me
Bring me back home again
And how we loved 'til the years were days
How we laughed all our tears away
And now the time begins to fade
Lover, am I coming home again?
There's a wisdom in the teachings of the old familiar songs
And a sorrow in repeating all the old familiar wrongs
And a lesson to be learned though I've known all day long
Lover, am I coming home again?
Light a light, light a light for me
Light a light, light a light for me
Light a light, light a light for me
Bring me back home again
Bring me back home again
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Some of them were dreamers
And some of them were fools
Who were making plans and thinking of the future
With the energy of the innocent
They were gathering the tools
They would need to make their journey back to nature
While the sand slipped through the opening
And their hands reached for the golden ring
With their hearts they turned to each other's heart for refuge
In the troubled years that came before the deluge
Some of them knew pleasure
And some of them knew pain
And for some of them it was only the moment that mattered
And on the brave and crazy wings of youth
They went flying around in the rain
And their feathers, once so fine, grew torn and tattered
And in the end they traded their tired wings
For the resignation that living brings
And exchanged love's bright and fragile glow
For the glitter and the rouge
And in the moment they were swept before the deluge
Now let the music keep our spirits high
And let the buildings keep our children dry
Let creation reveal it's secrets by and by
By and by...
When the light that's lost within us reaches the sky
Some of them were angry
At the way the earth was abused
By the men who learned how to forge her beauty into power
And they struggled to protect her from them
Only to be confused
By the magnitude of her fury in the final hour
And when the sand was gone and the time arrived
In the naked dawn only a few survived
And in attempts to understand a thing so simple and so huge
Believed that they were meant to live after the deluge
Now let the music keep our spirits high
And let the buildings keep our children dry
Let creation reveal it's secrets by and by
By and by...
When the light that's lost within us reaches the sky
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Early early in the game
I taught myself to sing and play
And use a little trickery
On kids who never favored me
Those were years of crinoline slips
And cotton skirts and swinging hips
And dangerously painted lips
And stars of stage and screen
Pedal pushers, ankle socks
Padded bras and campus jocks
Who hid their vernal equinox
In pairs of faded jeans
And slept at home resentfully
Coveting their dreams
And often have I wondered
How the years and I survived
I had a mother who sang to me
An honest lullaby
Yellow, brown, and black and white
Our Father bless us all tonight
I bowed my head at the football games
And closed the prayer in Jesus' name
Lusting after football heroes
tough Pachuco, little Neroes
Forfeiting my A's for zeroes
Futures unforeseen
Spending all my energy
In keeping my virginity
And living in a fantasy
In love with Jimmy Dean
If you will be my king, Jimmy, Jimmy,
I will be your queen
And often have I wondered
How the years and I survived
I had a mother who sang to me
An honest lullaby
I travelled all around the world
And knew more than the other girls
Of foreign languages and schools
Paris, Rome and Istanbul
But those things never worked for me
The town was much too small you see
And people have a way of being
Even smaller yet
But all the same though life is hard
And no one promised me a garden
Of roses, so I did okay
I took what I could get
And did the things that I might do
For those less fortunate
And often have I wondered
How the years and I survived
I had a mother who sang to me
An honest lullaby
Now look at you, you must be growing
A quarter of an inch a day
You've already lived near half the years
You'll be when you go away
With your teddy bears and alligators
Enterprise communicators
All the tiny aviators head into the sky
And while the others play with you
I hope to find a way with you
And sometimes spend a day with you
I'll catch you as you fly
Or if I'm worth a mother's salt
I'll wave as you go by
And if you should ever wonder
How the years and you'll survive
Honey, you've got a mother who sings to you
Dances on the strings for you
Opens her heart and brings to you
An honest lullaby
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In the time spent in the foggy dew
With the raven and the dove
Barefoot she walked the winter streets
In search of her own true love
For she was Mary Hamilton
And lover of John Riley
And the maid of constant sorrow
And the mother of the doomed Geordie
One day by the banks of the river
Midst tears and gossamer
Sweet Michael rowed his boat ashore
And came to rescue her
And fill thee up my loving cup
Fast and to the brim
How many fair and tender maids
Could love as she could then?
For was was likened to Pretty Boy Floyd
And also John Riley
And a rake and rambling railroad boy
And the Silkie of the Sule Skerry
And there in the arms of Michael
In their stolen hour
Loud rang the bells of Rhymney
From the ancient church bell tower
And there in the night with Michael
While he lay fast asleep
She put her head to the window pane
And in the fullness of love did weep
And fill thee up my loving cup
Fast and to the brim
How many fair and tender maids
Will love as she did then?
You've heard of the House of the Rising Sun
And what careless love can do
You've heard of the wildwood flower
That fades in the morning dew
And of the ship that circles three times round
And sinks beneath the sea
You've heard of Barbary Allen
And now you've heard of me
So fill thee up my loving cup
Fast and to the brim
How many fair and tender maids
Will ever love again
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Here by my window in Germany
A morning bird flies close to me
On his wing I see a yellow star
The lights are on in the factory
The frost is hung on the linden tree
And I remember where we are
And I remember the holocaust
I remember all we lost
The families torn and the borders crossed
And I sing of it now for Sasha
A young German officer lies in his bed
Bandages from toe to head
A prisoner of the camps draws nigh
If you are Abel and I am Cain
Forgive me from my bed of pain
I know not why we die
It was I who ordered the building burned
The job was over and as I turned
A father and his son
Caught in the flames high above the ground
From cradled arms the boy looked down
One leap and their lives were done
And I remember the holocaust
I remember all we lost
The children gone and the borders crossed
And I sing of it now for Sasha
You in frozen streets of Heidelberg
Your youth unbearded takes form in words
And the ghosts of the past are kind
For this was your university
The years were long but the spirits free
And your river runs to the Rhine
The smoke filled taverns that you once roamed
With the discontented who'd stayed at home
You must have whiskey or you'll die
The beer garden under the old chateau
Our faces now in the candle glow
See the memories how they shine
But you remember the holocaust
You remember all we lost
The families torn and the borders crossed
And we'll sing of it now for Sasha
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For all we know we may never meet again
Before you go make this moment sweet again
We wont say good night until the last minute
Ill hold out my hand and my heart will be in it
For all we know this may only be a dream
We come and go like a ripple on a stream
So love me tonight; tomorrow was made for some
Tomorrow may never come for all we know
So love me tonight; tomorrow was made for some
Tomorrow may never come for all we know
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