Seasons change and so can I
Hold on boy, no time to cry
Untie these strings, I’m climbing down
I won’t let them push me away
Winrter, spring, summer or fall
All you have to do is call.
And I’ll be there, yes I will
You got a friend.
Time is too slow for those who wait
And time is too swift for those who fear
Time is too long for those who grieve
And time is too short for those that laugh
Waiting for you to come along
Waiting for you to hear my song
Waiting for you to come along
Waiting for you to tell me what went wrong
This is the strangest life I’ve ever known
Can’t you feel it, now that Spring has come
That it’s time to live in the scattered sun?
And if you follow there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer’s shunned you might as well be walkin’ on the sun
(Remember) walkin’ in the sand
(Remember) walkin’ hand in hand
(Remember) the night was so exciting
(Remember) smile was so inviting
(Remember) then he touched my cheek
(Remember) with his fingertips
Softly, softly we’d meet with our lips
Memories. . .light the corners of my mind.
Memory
Turn your face to the moonlight
Let your memory lead you
Open up enter in
I don’t remember, I don’t recall
I got no memory of anything at all
I live with amnesia
Dancing with the shadows of my memory
If suddenly you forget me
Do not look for me
For I shall already have forgotten you
These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night I live another life
These dreams that sleep when it’s cold outside
Every moment I’m awake the further I’m away
I closed my eyes, drew back the curtain
To see for certain what I thought I knew
Far far away, someone was weeping
But the world was sleeping
Any dream will do
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper “I love you”
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me
Through the sycamores the candlelight is gleaming
On the banks of the Wabash far away.
Don’t sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me
Till I come marching home
But I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door
Just walk away, Renee
You won’t see me follow you back home
I’ll take you home again, Kathleen,
Across the ocean deep and wide.
Somewhere beyond the sea
Somewhere waiting for me
My lover stands on golden sands
And watches the ships that go sailing