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Joseph's face was black as night. The pale yellow moon shone in his eyes. His path was marked. By the stars in the Southern Hemisphere. And he walked his days. Under African skies This is the sto
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Ooh, little sleepy boy. Do you know what time it is?. Well, the hour of your bedtime's long been past. And though I know you're fightin' it. I can tell when you rub your eyes. You're fadin' fast,
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When you're weary. Feeling small. When tears are in your eyes. I will dry them all. . I'm on your side. . When times get rough. And friends just can't be found. Like a bridge over troubled wa
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I was reading a magazine. And thinking of a rock and roll song. The year was nineteen fifty four. And I hadn't been playing that long When a man came on the radio. And this is what he said. He sa
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Some people say Jesus that's the ace in the hole. But I never met the man so l don't really know. Maybe some Christmas if I'm sick and alone. He will look up my number. Call me on the phone and sa
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most peculiar man?. . --Paul Simon
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Look at that. Look at this. Drop a stone in the abyss. Then walk away and know that anything can happen. Just like that. Just like this Look at that. Look at this. Gimme a hug, gimme a kiss. H
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He was a mean individual. He had a heart like a bone. He was a naturally crazy man. And better off left alone. Well he stopped one night. At a traffic light. And when that light turned green. H
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C'mon take me to the Mardi Gras. Where the people sing and play. Where the dancing is elite. And there's music in the street. Both night and day Hurry take me to the Mardi Gras. In the city of my
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Whoa I got time on my hands tonight. You're the girl of my dreams. When I'm near you my future seems bright Oh I want you to be my girl. I want you to be my movie. I am Sal Mineo and I need you so
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We sailed up a river wide as a sea. And slept on the banks. On the leaves of a banyan tree. And all of these spirit voices rule the night. . Some stories are magical, meant to be sung. Song from
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It was the morning of October 6th, 1960. I was wearing my brown suit. Preparing to leave the house of D. Shook some hands then adios Brooklyn amigos Maybe some of them had hopes of seeing me again.
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You're kind, you're so kind. You rescued me when I was blind. And you put me on your pillow. When I was on the wall. You're kind, so kind, so kind And you're good, you're so good. You introduced
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We sailed up a river, wild as a sea. Slept on the banks on the leaves of a banyan tree. And all of these spirit voices rule the night Some stories are magical, meant to be sung. Songs from the mout
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Words & music by paul simon. . Slip slidin' away. Slip slidin' away. You know the nearer your destination. The more you're slip slidin' away. . I know a man. He came from my home town. He
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When I was a little boy. And the Devil would call my name. I'd say "now who do. Who do you think you're fooling?". I'm a consecrated boy. Singer in a Sunday choir. My mama loves, she loves me.
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Well I'm accustomed to a smooth ride. Or maybe I'm a dog who's lost its bite. I don't expect to be treated like a fool no more. I don't expect to sleep through the night. Some people say a lie's a
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The night sets softly. With the hush of falling leaves,. Casting shivering shadows. On the houses through the trees,. And the light from a street lamp. Paints a pattern on my wall,. Like the pie
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I got some so-called friends, they'll smile right to my face. Oh, when my back is turned they'd like to stick it to me. Yes they would Oh no no, oh no no. There's only one thing I need to know. Wh
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When I think back. On all the * I learned in high school. It's a wonder. I can think at all. And though my lack of education. Hasn't hurt me none. I can read the writing on the wall Kodachrome.
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There were two men down. And the score was tied. In the bottom of the eighth. When the pitcher died And they laid his spikes. On the pitcher's mound. And his uniform was torn. And his number was
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May twelve angels guard you while you sleep. Maybe that's a waste of angels, I don't know. I'd do anything to keep you safe. From the danger that surrounds us Little by little, bit by bit. Little
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No I would not give you false hope. On this strange and mournful day. But the mother and child reunion. Is only a motion away, oh, little darling of mine I can't for the life of me. Remember a sad
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Locked in a struggle for the right combination -. Of words in a melody line,. I took a walk along the riverbank of my imagination. Golden clouds were shuffling the sunshine. But if I ever get back
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Well I'm accustomed to a smooth ride. Or maybe I'm a dog who's lost its bite. I don't expect to be treated like a fool no more. I don't expect to sleep through the night. Some people say a lie's a
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One and one-half wandering Jews. Free to wander wherever they choose. Are travelling together. In the Sangre de Cristo. The Blood of Christ Mountains. Of New Mexico. On the last leg of the journ
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I registered to vote today. Felt like a fool. Had to do it anyway. Down at the high school. Thing about the second line. You know, felt like a fool? People say it all the time. Even when it's tr
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Silent eyes. Watching Jerusalem. Make her bed of stones Silent eyes. No one will comfort her. Jerusalem weeps alone She is sorrow, sorrow. She burns like a flame. And she calls my name Silent ey
