| Time Of No Reply |
| Time Of No Reply Summer was gone and the heat died down and autumn reached for her golden crown. I looked behind as I heard a sigh but this was the time of no reply. The sun went down and the crowd went home, I was left by the roadside all alone. I turned to speak as they went by but this was the time of no reply. The time of no reply is calling me to stay. There is no hello and no goodbye, to leave there is no way. The trees on the hill had nothing to say, they would keep their dreams till another day. So they stood and thought and wondered why for this was the time of no reply. Time goes by from year to year and no one asks why I am standing here. But I have my answer as I look to the sky: this is the time of no reply. The time of no reply is calling me to stay. There is no hello and no goodbye, to leave there is no way. Summer was gone and the heat died down and autumn reached for her golden crown. I looked behind as I heard a sigh but this was the time of no reply. I Was Made To Love Magic I was born to love no one, no one to love me. Only the wind in the long green grass, the frost in a broken tree. I was made to love magic, all its wonder to know. But you all lost that magic many, many years ago. I was born to use my eyes, dream with the sun and the skies, to float away in a lifelong song in the mist where melody flies. I was made to love magic, all its wonder to know. But you all lost that magic many, many years ago. I was born to sail away into a land of forever. Not to be tied to an old stone grave in your land of never. I was made to love magic, all its wonder to know. But you all lost that magic many, many years ago. Joey Joey will come to see your flowers, Joey will come to while away your hours. But she will tell you you're not so good for her, she wouldn't be there if it could be that you were. Joey has loved but never shown her tears so she may laugh in the autumn of your years. And when you're with her, you'll wonder if it's true- all they said of a world without you. Where she may come from, where she may go, who she may run from, no one will know. Why she was late may trouble you some, still you wait for Joey to come. Joey will come when once more it looks like snow, Joey will come when it's really time to go. And you may smile when you find that you've been wrong, you thought you'd found her but she knew you all along. Clothes Of Sand Who has dressed you in strange clothes of sand, who has taken you far from my land? Who has said that my sayings were wrong and who will say that I stayed much too long? Clothes of sand have covered your face, given you meaning but taken my place. So make your way on down to the sea. Something has taken you so far from me. Does it now seem worth all the color of skies to see the earth through painted eyes? To look through panes of shaded glass, see the stains of winter's grass? Can you now return to from where you came, try to burn your changing name? Or with silver spoons and colored light, will you worship moons in winter's night? Clothes of sand have covered your face, given you meaning but taken my place. So make your way on down to the sea. Something has taken you so far from me. Man In A Shed Well, there was a man who lived in a shed. Spent most of his days out of his head. For his shed was rotten let in the rain, said it was enough to drive any man insane. When it rained, he felt so bad. When it snowed he felt just simply sad. Well, there was a girl who lived nearby. Whenever he saw her he could only simply sigh. But she lived in a house so very big and grand, for him it seemed like some very distant land. So when he called her, his shed to mend, she said, I'm sorry you'll just have to find a friend. Well, this story is not so very new. The man is me, and the girl is you. So leave your house, come into my shed. Please stop my world from raining through my head. Please don't think I'm not your sort. You'll find that sheds are nicer than you thought. Mayfair Mayfair strange in the morning light, Mayfair strange in the summer night. Mayfair strangest in the afternoon, Mayfair stretching far above full of fame but lacking love, could it be we see the Mayfair moon? Mayfair strange across the park in the day or in the dark. There's no need to walk or even run, Mayfair faces clean and nice. But beauty here is cold as ice. Could it be we see the Mayfair sun? Mayfair strange at every hour, hidden frowns with mystic power. Starry heights and golden throne down below you're on your own. Mayfair strange for passers-by, sights of wonder for the eye. Could it be they'll pass by again? Mayfair calling far and near for even trees are wealthy here. Could it be we hear the Mayfair rain? Fly Please give me a second grace. Please give me a second face. I've fallen far down, first time around, now I just sit on the ground in your way. Now if it's time to recompense for what's done, come, come sit down on the fence in the sun. And the clouds will roll by and we'll never deny- it's really too hard for to fly. Please give me a second grace. Please give me a second face. I've fallen far down, first time around, now I just sit on the ground in your way. So come, come ride in my merry-car by the bay for now I must know how fine you are in your way. And the sea, she will sigh but I’ll never deny it's really too hard for to fly. The Thoughts Of Mary Jane Who can know the thoughts of Mary Jane? Why she flies or goes out in the rain? Where she's been and who she's seen in her journey to the stars? Who can know the reasons for her smile? What are her dreams when they've journeyed for a mile? The way she sings and her brightly colored rings make her the princess of the sky. Who can know what happens in her mind? Did she come from a strange world and leave her mind behind? Her long lost sighs and her brightly colored eyes tell her story to the wind. Who can know the thoughts of Mary Jane? Why she flies or goes out in the rain? Where she's been and who she's seen in her journey to the stars? Smoking Too Long Well I wake up in the morning, look at my clock. It's way past noontime, now I'm late for work. Tell me, tell me, what have I done wrong? Ain't nothing go right with me, must be I've been smoking too long. Well I go to find me some breakfast but I ain't got no food. Take me a shower but the water don't feel no good. Tell me, tell me, what have I done wrong? Ain't nothing go right with me, must be I've been smoking too long. I've got opium in my chimney, no other life to choose. Nightmare made of hash dreams, got the devil in my shoes. Tell me, tell me, what have I done wrong? Ain't nothing go right with me, must be I've been smoking too long. Well when I'm smoking, put my worries on a shelf. Don't think about nothing, try not to see myself. Tell me, tell me, what have I done wrong? Ain't nothing go right with me, must be I've been smoking too long. Well in this blues I'm singing, there's a lesson to be learned. Don't go around smoking unless you want to get burned. Tell me, tell me, what have I done wrong? Ain't nothing go right with me, must be I've been smoking too long. Ain't nothing go right with me, must be I've been smoking too long. Strange Meeting II Deep down in the depths of forgotten dreams, so far away so long ago it seems, the memory comes of a distant beach, pale sand stretching far from reach, it was then I found my princess of the sand. As I traced the foam, pebbles beneath my feet, I looked behind, I saw this one so sweet. She came to me and I saw in her eyes the heavy toll of a thousand eyes, I called her my princess of the sand. She stared at me and my mind was in a maze as we moved along in a summer sea-dream haze. She moved her mouth but there came no sound, the message she brought can never be found but I called her my princess of the sand. One moment we walked with the night breeze in our face, then I looked, she'd gone, of her presence there was no trace. Where she went or came from, who can know or if she'll ever return to help me know. Who she is, my princess of the sand? Sometime when the summer nights come back, I'll go back to the sea, follow that sandy track. I'll look around, hope to find that strange young dream, close behind. I'll call her my princess of the sand. Rider On The Wheel And now you know my name, but I don't feel the same. But I ain't gonna blame the rider on the wheel. You know my song is new, you know it's new for you. I tell you how it's true for the rider on the wheel. And round and round we go, we take it fast and slow. I must keep up a show for the rider on the wheel, for the rider on the wheel. And now you know my name but I don't feel the same. But I ain't gonna blame the rider on the wheel, the rider on the wheel. Black Eyed Dog A black eyed dog he called at my door. A black eyed dog he called for more. A black eyed dog he knew my name. A black eyed dog he knew my name. A black eyed dog. A black eyed dog. I'm growing old and I wanna go home. I'm growing old and I don't wanna know. I'm growing old and I wanna go home. A black eyed dog he called at my door. A black eyed dog he called for more. A black eyed dog he knew my name. A black eyed dog he knew my name. Hanging On A Star Why leave me hanging on a star when you deem me so high, when you deem me so high, when you deem me so high? And why leave me sailing in a sea when you hear me so clear, when you hear me so clear, when you hear me so clear? Why leave me hanging on a star when you deem me so high, when you deem me so high, when you deem me so high? Voice From The Mountain Voice from the mountain and a voice from the sea, voice in my neighborhood and a voice calling me. Tell me my friend, my friend, tell me with love. Where can it end, it end, this voice from above. The sound on the ocean wave and the sound in the tree. Sound in a country lane, say you can be free. Tell me you crowd, you crowd, tell me again. Tell me out loud, out loud, this sound is rain. Tune from the hillside and tune full of light. A flute in the morning and a chime in the night. I know the game again, I know the score. I know my name, my name but this tune is more. Voice from the mountain and a voice from the sea, voice in my neighborhood and a voice calling me. Tell me my friend, my friend, tell me with love. Where can it end, it end, this voice from above. Tow The Line This day is the day that we rise or we fall. This night is the night that we win or lose all. This time is the time that we wait for a while. This year is the year that we wait with a smile. If you call, we will follow, if you show us we can tow the line. And now that you're here you can show me the way. Now that you're here we can try, make it pay. For while you were gone it was hard, it was cold. While you were gone we were time, we were old. If you call we will follow, if you show us we can tow the line. |