Its not the tree that forsakes the flower But the flower that forsakes the tree Someday Ill learn to love these scars
Still fresh from the red-hot blade of your words
How blind can you be, don`t you see
That the gambler lost all he does not have
There’s a place in the world for a gambler,
There’s a burden only he can bear
And somewhere in the darkness
The gambler he broke even
And in his final words
I found an ace that I could keep
So keep on the sunny side, always on the sunny side
Keep on the sunny side of life
It will help you everyday it will brighten all the way
If you’ll keep on the sunny side of life.
When my Uncle Sonny blew back into town
Said, “I’ll just go for a ride and have a look around.”
And he took off his fedora and stuck his fingers in the crown
And he pulled out twenty dollars and he laid that money down
You don’t need a penny just to hang around
But if you’ve got a nickel, won’t you lay your money down?
Over on the corner there’s a happy noise
People come from all around to watch the magic boy
Well you know that I’m not a gambler
But I’m being gambled on
They put in a nickel and I sing a little song
Da-da-da-da
They put in a nickel and I sing a little song
What would you think if I sang out of tune
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I’ll sing you a song
And I’ll try not to sing out of key
Listening to you, I get the music
Gazing at you, I get the heat
Following you, I climb the mountain
I get excitement at your feet
Listen to what the flower people say
Listen! It’s getting louder every day
Listen! It’s like a bolt out of the blue
Listen! It could be calling out for you
Is this the sweet sound that calls the young sailor?
The voice might be one and the same.
I’ve heard it too many times to ignore it
So hoist up the John B’s sail
See how the main sail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I want to go home, let me go home
Why don’t you let me go home
If you return me to my home port,
I will kiss you mother earth.
Take me back now, take me back now,
To the port of my birth.
I’m your captain, yeah yeah yeah yeah
I’m getting closer to my home
Seventy-three men sailed up
From the San Francisco Bay,
Rolled off of their ship
And here’s what they had to say.
"We’re callin’ everyone to ride along
To another shore,
There’s a port on a western bay’
And it serves a hundred ships a day.
Lonely sailors pass the time away
And talk about their homes.
Hear the Rime of the Ancient Mariner
See his eye as he stops one of three
Mesmerizes one of the wedding guests,
“Stay here and listen to the nightmares of the Sea.”
And the music plays on, as the bride passes by
Caught by his spell and the Mariner tells his tale
Now his love`s a memory
A ghost in the fog
He sets the sails one last time
Saying farewell to the world
Anchor to the water
Seabed far below
Take a trip on a rocket ship, baby, where the sea is the sky
I know the guy who runs the place and he’s out of sight
Flying Dutchman are you out there?
Flying Dutchman are you out there, Flying Dutchman?
I don’t know when, but I wish I knew where.
Quick calculation, there’s not nearly enough.
Because we’re lost, because we’re lost.
Cold desert stars, feel them sparkle and frost,
They are so lost.
If you’re lost and alone
Or you’re sinking like a stone.
Carry on.
May your past be the sound
Of your feet upon the ground.
Carry on.
Carry on, carry on