His father works some days for fourteen hours
And you can bet he barely makes a dollar
His mother goes to scrub the floors for many
And you’d best believe she hardly gets a penny
Living just enough, just enough for the city
Every time it rains,
It rains pennies from heaven,
Don’t ya know every cloud contains,
Pennies from heaven…
Oh, I hear laughter in the rain,
Walking hand in hand with the one I love.
Oh, how I love the rainy days and the happy way I feel inside…
Cross my fingers,
Hope to die,
I’ll see you with your laughter lines…
And it’s one, two, three,
What are we fighting for?
Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it’s five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain’t no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! We’re all gonna die.
A B C
It’s easy as, one two three
As simple as, do re mi
A B C, one two three
Baby, you and me girl
Do, a deer, a female deer
Re, a drop of golden sun…
Golden slumbers,
Fill your eyes
Smiles await you when you rise
Sleep pretty darling
Do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby.
Don’t know if words can say
But darlin’ I’ll find a way
To let you know what you meant to me
Guess it was meant to be
I hold you in my heart
As life’s most precious part
You think that I don’t even mean
A single word I say
It’s only words, and words are all I have
To take your heart away
And there’s a word in Spanish I don’t understand,
But I heard it in a film one time spoken by the leading man,
He said it with devotion, he sounded so sincere,
And the words he spoke in Spanish brought the female lead to tears.
And there were 7 Spanish Angels,
At the altar of the Sun,
They were prayin’ for the lovers
In the Valley of the gun…
I ain’t ready for the altar but I do agree there’s times
When a woman sure can be a friend of mine
You just call out my name
And you know wherever I am
I’ll come running, to see you again
Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you have to do is call
And I’ll be there
You’ve got a friend
You can’t make old friends
Can’t make old friends
It was me and you, since way back when
But you can’t make old friends
Old friends, winter companions, the old men
Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun
The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends
I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment’s gone.
All my dreams pass before my eyes, a curiosity.
Dust in the wind,
All they are is dust in the wind.
Skin to bone, steel to rust
Ash to ashes, dust to dust
Will tomorrow have its way
With the promises we made
Skin to bone, steel to rust
She walks these hills in a long black veil,
She visits my grave when the night winds wail,
Nobody knows, nobody sees,
Nobody knows but me…
Cyrus Jones 1810 to 1913
Made his great grandchildren believe
he could live to a 103
A hundred and three is forever when you’re just a little kid
So, Cyrus Jones lived forever
Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger