Don't know what the world is gonna do Or if we can get off this road that we're on There's hate in my brother's but and as the time goes by I get
I want to kiss the world beautiful I want to kiss the world fine Shoulder to shoulder, cheek to cheek That don't sound much like a crime I want to
Before I saw you I heard your heart beat In the river of my soul Planted there by another I watched you grow Winds blew my thoughts down Lonely
We went out on April 7 Though it was May 31 And then the sun hit the heaven Me and the boy's having fun And then our home town drifted by Rising
I don't want to make you promises In case I forget I wont paint a rosy picture - just yet I don't want to see you standing Thinking none of it came
Strange way to start a revolution Strange way to get a better tan Strange way to hold a power breakfast Strange way show your business plan Strange
I sit alone with my head full of ideas I can't get them out, scream and shout Days whistle by now, see how they fly now My, my, my, they just roll
Hush Mother, do not cry I am filled with angels Hush Mother, do not cry It will be all right Hush Mother, do not cry I am filled with angels Hush
I sit at the border, this blanket my cover I wait for my sister, I wait for my mother The rain it is falling, but I do not feel it I cant feel nothing
Somewhere in America Yearning deep for you There's country on the radio The key change comes on cue The DJ's voice is honey But I don't think it
Well I'm thinking of wet streets And pubs that glow gold But a gun with a night sight Is all that I hold Don't you take any bets On me getting old
I asked my mother where I was, October 66 Sitting in my classroom she say When further up the valley a black mountain gave a sigh With a generations
The light or the shade, concealed or displayed Enemies, friends, opposite ends Bitter or sweet, ruffled or neat Feathers or lead, silent or said
Locked in my heart there's a child Knocking the door to get out Asking the questions that hurt and Sometimes there's a question of doubt I can't
She was always a very pretty lady He had always caught her eye They were married in a mining valley And swore they'd be together until the day that
I catch the early shoppers train Leaves Leeds at half past eight With women who are Harrods bound from headscarfed Harrogate I change my clothes
In the little town of Candor in the last year of my youth I learned the final lesson of the levels to the truth. My father was a farmer he'd go tilling
This is us, we, you and me together we are home.. We're a stupid man, a dreamer Got fire in a soul A fighting, writing, wronging A broken God shaped