Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away.
Now it looks as though they’re here to stay.
Oh, I believe in yesterday.
Don’t stop, thinking about tomorrow,
Don’t stop, it’ll soon be here,
It’ll be, better than before,
Yesterday’s gone, yesterday’s gone.
When they get to the part
Where he’s breakin’ her heart
It can really make me cry, just like before
It’s yesterday once more
And when you’ve taken down your guard
If I could change your mind
I’d really love to break your heart
Shout, shout, let it all out
The changing of the guard, they no longer deal the cards
The world demands democracy
It’s the dawning of a time when the system’s redefined
Oppression’s now a distant memory
It was a different man, no he’s never been here
You can be so close, you can be so near
It was a different man, playing different cards
You can be so soft, you can be so hard
She lies and says she’s in love with him, can’t find a better man…
She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can’t find a better man…
Sometimes it’s hard to be a woman
Giving all your love to just one man
You’ll have bad times, and he’ll have good times
Doin’ things that you don’t understand
Good times, bad times
You know I had my share
When my woman left home for a brown eyed man
Well, I still don’t seem to care
How Many More Times, treat me the way you wanna do?
When I give you all my love, please, please be true.
I’ll give you all I’ve got to give, rings, pearls, and all.
I’ve got to get you together baby, I’m sure, sure you’re gonna crawl.
Yes, how many times must a man look up
Before he can really see the sky?
Yes, how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs, that voices never share,
and no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
[The stanza loses its impact if I leave Art’s lines out…sorry…]
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt:
On the side of a hill in the deep forest green…
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown…
Without no seams nor needle work,
Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain…
Then she’ll be a true love of mine.
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.
Lonely woman gets so cold
With no loverboy to hold
One more night she’s on her own
Nobody meant to sleep alone
Mother’s son, freedom’s overdue
Lonely man, he thinks of you
Cold as ice but he burns for you
Mother Russia, can’t you hear him too?
Born a poor young country boy, Mother Nature’s son
All day long I’m sitting singing songs for everyone.
I write the songs that make the whole world sing
I write the songs of love and special things
I write the songs that make the young girls cry
I write the songs, I write the songs
Sing, sing a song
Sing out loud
Sing out strong
Sing of good things not bad
Sing of happy not sad.
We’ve come to scream in the happy house
We’re in a dream in the happy house
We’re all quite sane, sane, sane
This is the happy house-we’re happy here
I want to live in a friendly world,
A friendly world, a friendly world.
I want to live in a friendly world
That’s kind to folks like me.