I don’t believe in destiny or the guiding hand or fate
I don’t believe in forever, or love as a mystical state
I don’t believe in the stars or the planets or angels watching from above
But I believe there’s a ghost of a chance we can find someone to love
And make it last
The last time I saw Paris, her heart was warm and gay
I heard the laughter of her heart in every street café
The last time I saw Paris, her trees were dressed for spring
And lovers walked beneath those trees and birds found songs to sing
Who will go down to the shady groves
And summon the shadows there
And tie a ribbon on the sheltering arms
In the springtime of the year
The songs of the birds seem to fill the wood
That when the fiddler plays
All their voices can be heard
Long past their woodland days
If I don’t see a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree
I’ll stay on the bus
And forget about us
And put the blame on me
You just slip out the back, Jack
Make a new plan, Stan
You don’t need to be coy, Roy
Just get yourself free
Hop on the bus, Gus
You don’t need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, Lee
And get yourself free
'Twas a moment like this
Do you remember?
And your eyes blew a kiss
When they met mine
Now we own all the stars
And a million guitars
Are still playing
Darling, you are that song
And you’ll always belong to my heart
I was a free man in Paris, I felt unfettered and alive
There was nobody calling me up for favors
And no one’s future to decide
You know I’d go back there tomorrow
But for the work I’ve taken on
Stoking the star maker machinery behind the popular song
Someday, I hope I’ll see you smiling
When you’re a free man again
I often wonder why
Our world has gone so far astray
Someway, I know I’ll see you shining
When we’re all free men again
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Sometimes I feel
Like I’m almost gone
Sometimes I feel
Like I’m almost gone
Sometimes I feel
Like I’m almost gone
Yeah
A long, long, long
Way
Way from my home
Yeah, yeah
“Julie, oh, Julie, won’t you lie
If they find that trunk of gold by your side?
Julie, oh, Julie, you tell them men
That that trunk of gold is yours, my friend”
“Mistress, oh, mistress, I won’t lie
If they find that trunk of gold by my side
Mistress, oh, mistress, that trunk of gold
Was what you got when my children you sold”
I want to live, I want to give
I’ve been a miner for a heart of gold
It’s these expressions I never give
That keep me searchin’ for a heart of gold
And I’m getting old
I wish that I did not know
Where all broken lovers go
I wish that my heart was made of stone
Yeah, if I was bulletproof
I’d love you black and blue
If I was solid like a jewel
If I had a diamond heart, oh-oh
I’d give you all my love, if I was unbreakable
If I had a diamond heart, oh-oh
You could shoot me with a gun of gold, if I was unbreakable
Lurking in some darkened doorway
Or crouched on a rooftop somewhere
In the next room, or in this very one
The man with the golden gun
Love is required whenever he’s hired
He comes just before the kill
No one can catch him, no hitman can match him
For his million-dollar skill
He was sitting in the lounge of the Empire Hotel
He was drinking for diversion, he was thinking for himself
A little money riding on the Maple Leafs
Along comes a lady in lacy sleeves
She says, “Let me sit down, you know, drinkin’ alone’s a shame
It’s a shame, it’s a crying shame
Look at those jokers glued to that damn hockey game
Hey honey, you’ve got lots of cash
Bring us 'round a bottle and we’ll have some laughs
Gin’s what I’m drinking, I was raised on robbery”
So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
There’ll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We’re captive on the carousel of time
We can’t return, we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
A creak, as the dodgems came onto the scene.
Wheels began turning I started to scream.
A carousel swung around,
My head spun and hit the ground.
A trip to the fair, but nobody was there.
Parts of the puzzle will never be found
And even though pieces are gone
It’s a county fair picture
Part of me’s there
Some of the pieces are still at the fair
And it may be forever
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
He once was a true love of mine
I dreamt it last night
That my true love came in
So softly she entered
Her feet made no din
She came close beside me
And this she did say
It will not be long love
Till our wedding day.
Down by the Salley Gardens, my love and I did meet
She passed the Salley Gardens with little snow-white feet
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree
But I, being young and foolish, with her did not agree