Gray stands the tower in the distance
Days pass like warm sun on the face
A new season.
Shared is the cure to conquer loneliness.
It’s strange and wilder, ageless bechilder
Saved by fire, touched and finer.
All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants, too
Bring me my broadsword and clear understanding.
Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman.
Bless with a hard heart those who surround me.
Bless the women and children who firm our hands.
Put our backs to the north wind. Hold fast by the river.
Sweet memories to drive us on for the motherland.
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 those dark Satanic Mills?
Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England’s green and pleasant Land
Oh, let’s get rich and buy our parents
Homes in the South of France
Let’s get rich and give everybody nice sweaters
And teach them how to dance
Let’s get rich and build our house on a mountain
Making everybody look like ants
From way up there, you and I, you and I
I see London
I see France
I see Cecil’s underpants.
Well I met a boy in the Vieux Carres
Down in Yokohama
He picked me up and he threw me down
He said “Please don’t hurt me Mama”
Poor poor pitiful me
Poor poor pitiful me
Oh these boys won’t let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe woe is me
This boy wouldn’t mind the pain,
Would always feel the same,
If this boy gets you back again.
Picked up a boy just south of mobile
Gave him a ride, filled him with a hot meal
I was sixteen, he was twenty-one
Rode with us to Memphis
And papa woulda shot him if he knew what he’d done
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting on a train,
Feeling just as faded as my jeans,
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained,
Rode us all the way to New Orleans…
Good night America, how are you?
Said don’t you know me, I’m your native son
I’m the train they call the City of New Orleans
I’ll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
Lord, I’m one, Lord, I’m two, Lord, I’m three, Lord, I’m four
Lord, I’m five hundred miles from my home
Five hundred miles, five hundred miles
Five hundred miles, five hundred miles
Lord, I’m five hundred miles from my home
Plastered in Paris, plastered in Paris,
What could be better than a letter from home?
Finally made the plane into Paris,
Honeymooning down by the Seine,
Peter Brown called to say,
You can make it O.K.,
You can get married in Gibraltar near Spain…
Well, I’ve never been to Spain
But I kinda like the music
Say the ladies are insane there
And they sure know how to use it
Farewell and adieu to you, fair Spanish ladies,
Farewell and adieu to you, ladies of Spain;
For we’ve received orders for to sail for old England,
But we hope in a short time to see you again.
Daniel is travelling tonight on a plane
I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain
Oh and I can see Daniel waving goodbye
God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes
Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side.
The summer’s gone, and all the roses falling,
It’s you, it’s you must go and I must bide.
She’ll be coming 'round the mountain when she comes!
She’ll be coming 'round the mountain when she comes!
I’ll kill you, Amy!
She’ll be coming 'round the mountain,
She’ll be coming 'round the mountain,
OOOF!
But the Colorado rocky mountain high,
I’ve seen it rainin’ fire in the sky,
The shadow from the starlight is softer than a lullabye–
Rocky mountain high.