Close the door, put out the light
You know they won’t be home tonight
The snow falls hard and don’t you know?
The winds of Thor are blowing cold
They’re wearing steel that’s bright and true
They carry news that must get through
I’ve just got to get a message to you
Hold on, hold on
One more hour and my life will be through
Hold on, hold on
I’ve just got to get a message to her
Hold on, hold on
One more hour and my life will be through, hold on
Someday, somebody’s gonna make you wanna
Turn around and say goodbye
Until then, baby, are you gonna let them
Hold you down and make you cry?
Don’t you know?
Don’t you know things can change?
Things’ll go your way
If you hold on for one more day
Can you hold on for one more day?
Things’ll go your way
Hold on for one more day
I know I’ll never love this way again
So I keep holdin’ on before the good is gone
I know I’ll never love this way again
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Don’t you ever feel sad
Lean on me when times are bad
When that day comes and you’re down
In a river of trouble and about to drown
Hold on, I’m comin’
Hold on, I’m comin’
Dip me in the water, drop me in the river
Push me in the water, drop me in the river
Washing me down, washing me down
We’re coming to the edge,
Running on the water,
Coming through the fog,
Your sons and daughters.
Let the river run,
Let all the dreamers
Wake the nation.
Come, the New Jerusalem.
And did those feet in ancient time
walk upon England’s mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
on England’s pleasant pastures seen?
And did the countenance divine
shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
among these dark satanic mills?
Happiness begins,
When the mighty clouds of joy
Come rolling in
Holy Jesus
Won’t you let your love seize us
Let us find sweet peace within
Hallelujah!
Happiness begins,
When the mighty clouds of joy
Come rolling in
Joyful, joyful, we adore You,
God of glory, Lord of love;
Hearts unfold like flow’rs before You,
Op’ning to the sun above.
Melt the clouds of sin and sadness;
Drive the dark of doubt away;
Giver of immortal gladness,
Fill us with the light of day
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning wheel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that’s turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it’s face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Will it go 'round in circles?
Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky?
Will it go 'round in circles?
Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky?
When I die and they lay me to rest
Gonna go to the place that’s the best
When I lay me down to die
Goin’ up to the spirit in the sky
And when I die and when I’m gone
There’ll be one child born
In this world to carry on, to carry on
My child arrived just the other day
He came to the world in the usual way
But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay
He learned to walk while I was away
And he was talkin’ 'fore I knew it
And as he grew, he’d say
“I’m gonna be like you, Dad
You know I’m gonna be like you”
When I was small I felt ten feet tall
When I walked by his side
And ev’ry one would say, “that’s his son,”
And my heart would burst with pride
My dad, oh, I love him so
And I only hope that some day my own son will say
“My dad, now here is a man.”
Well, my daddy left home when I was three
And he didn’t leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze
Now, I don’t blame him 'cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me “Sue”
Sioux City Sue, Sioux City Sue
Your hair is red, your eyes are blue
I’d swap my horse and dog for you
Sioux City Sue, Sioux City Sue
There ain’t no gal as true as my sweet Sioux City Sue
Oh, every time I go to town
The boys keep kickin’ my dog around
Makes no difference if he is a hound
You gotta quit kickin’ my dog around
(Traditional, although Google tells me Bob Dylan did a version of it)
-“BB”-
Everyone considered him the coward of the county
He’d never stood one single time to prove the county wrong
His mama named him Tommy, but folks just called him Yellow
But something always told me, they were reading Tommy wrong