Falling in love with love
Is falling for make believe
Falling in love with love
Is playing the fool
Caring too much
Is such a juvenile fancy
Learning to trust
Is just for children in school
Being in love used to be my fav’rite dream.
Oh, yes.
I’ve been in love more than anybody else has.
I guess.
But when push comes to shove
We were only robots in love
Among the human beings, in their designer jeans
Am I the only one who hears the screams
And the strangled cries
Of lawyers in love
*What she sees is only what she wants to,
What she has, she thinks is enough
What she does is just look at the good things
And what she is,
Is a woman in Love…*
All that she wants is another baby
She’s gone tomorrow, boy
All that she wants is another baby
All that she wants is another baby
Havin’ my baby
What a lovely way of sayin’ how much you love me
Havin’ my baby
What a lovely way of sayin’ what you’re thinkin’ of me
I can see it, face is glowin’
I can see in your eyes, I’m happy you know it
I can see it in your eyes, I can see it in your smile,
You’re all I’ve ever wanted and my arms are open wide,
'Cause you know just what to say, and you know just what to do,
And I want to tell you so much, I love you.
Into the great wide open
Under them skies of blue
Out in the great wide open
A rebel without a clue
I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Blue skies smiling at me
Nothing but blue skies do i see
Blue birds singing a song
Nothing but blue skies from now on
Late at night when the wind is still
I’ll come flying through your door,
And you’ll know what love is for.
L’m a bluebird, i’m a bluebird
I’m a bluebird, l’m a bluebird
Yeah ,yeah ,yeah.
And where you see clouds upon the hills
You soon will see crowds of daffodils
So keep on looking for a blue bird
And list’ning for his song
Whenever April showers come along
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take those broken wings and learn to fly
All your life,
You were only waiting for this moment to arise…
Dear one the world is waiting for the sunrise
Every little rose bud is covered with dew
And my heart is calling for you
The thrush on high his sleepy mate is calling
And my heart is calling you
If I were King of the Forest, Not queen, not duke, not prince.
My regal robes of the forest, would be satin, not cotton, not chintz.
I’d command each thing, be it fish or fowl.
With a woof and a woof and a royal growl - woof.
As I’d click my heel, all the trees would kneel.
And the mountains bow and the bulls kowtow.
And the sparrow would take wing - If I - If I - were King!
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun
I walk a road; horizons change
The tournament’s begun
The purple piper plays his tune
The choir softly sing
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue
For the court of the crimson king
All kinds of sadness I’ve left behind me.
Many’s the day when I have done wrong.
But I’ll be yours for ever and ever.
Climb in the saddle and whistle along.
So come on, I’m the whistler.
I have a fife and a drum to play.
Get ready for the whistler.
I whistle along on the seventh day
Whistle along on the seventh day.
Whistle down the wind
Let your voices carry
Drown out all the rain
Light a patch of darkness
Treacherous and scary
Well now, take down your fishing pole
And meet me at the fishing hole
We may not get a bite all day
But don’t you rush away
What a great place to rest your bones
And mighty fine for skipping stones
You’ll feel fresh as a lemonade a-setting in the shade
Whether it’s hot, whether it’s cool
Oh what a spot for whistling like a fool