Well, you don’t know what we can find,
Why don’t you come with me little girl,
On a magic carpet ride?
We got the books and the records and the tapes and the pictures,
And the pots and the pans and all the breakable glass,
The living room couch and the dining room table,
The washer and the dryer; what a pain in the ass.
We’ve got the TV and the home entertainment center,
The box spring and the queen-size bed.
We got the Christmas decorations and the bureau and the playpen.
If we had a piano, I think I’d drop dead.
We’re gonna move.
I was born to wander
And it’s time for movin’ on
I was born to wander
Turn around and I’ll be gone, gone, gone
I’m a-thinkin’ and a-wond’rin’ all the way down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I’m told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don’t think twice, it’s all right
Long and winding road…
Long ago, it must be, long ago,
I have a photograph…
Mama don’t take my Kodachrome…
Meet beneath the autumn lake
Where only echoes penetrate
Walk through Polaroids of the past
Futures fused like shattered glass, the sun’s so low
Turns our silhouettes to gold
Hiroshima mon amour
An unfinished conversation
In a picture of the past
Like the one that I just found of you
Among many that I had
I remember I saw you laughing
With my camera close at hand
We were minutes from a quarrel
And forever from understanding
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference, like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
The borders of our lives
Here comes the ocean
And the waves down by the sea
Here comes the ocean
And the waves where have they been
Shannon is gone, I heard
She’s drifting out to sea
She always loved to swim away.
Maybe she’ll find an island
With a shaded tree
Just like the one in our backyard.
Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night
And wouldn’t you love to love her?
Takes to the sky like a bird in flight
And who will be her lover?
All your life you’ve never seen a woman taken by the wind
Would you stay if she promised you heaven?
She’s got what you need
What she got is good, yeah
She’s got what you need
What she got is good
She’s got what you need, yeah
The witch is coming down
You got to pick up every stitch
Two rabbits runnin’ in the ditch
Beatnicks out to make it rich
Oh no, must be the season of the witch
Man said nature was his mother
Made a promise at his birth
But she’s running like a hunted fox for cover
All across the earth
The forest turned into the tall ships
And though they fought for England well
The emptiness is ringing down the ages
Like a hollow bell
And from the shelter of my mind,
Through the window of my eyes,
I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets,
To England where my heart lies.
What a dream I had
Pressed in organdy
Clothed in crinoline of smoky Burgundy
Softer than the rain
I wandered empty streets down
Past the shop displays
I heard cathedral bells
Tripping down the alleyways
Ding dong merrily on high,
In heav’n the bells are ringing:
Heaven, I’m in heaven
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When we’re out together dancing cheek to cheek