One, two, three, four If I had ever been here before I would probably know just what to do, don't you? If I had ever been here before on another time
Helplessly hoping her harlequin hovers nearby awaiting a word Gasping at glimpses of gentle true spirit He runs, wishing he could fly Only to trip at
, yes and for always I am yours, you are mine You are what you are and you make it hard Something inside is telling me that I've got your secret Are you still
You, who are on the road Must have a code that you can live by And so become yourself Because the past is just a goodbye Teach your children well Their
Tin soldiers and Nixon's comin' We're finally on our own This summer I hear the drummin' Four dead in Ohio Gotta get down to it Soldiers are gunning
I'll light the fire, you place the flowers In the vase that you bought today Staring at the fire for hours and hours While I listen to you play your
Find the cost of freedom, buried in the ground Mother earth will swallow you, lay your body down Find the cost of freedom, buried in the ground Mother
If you're smilin' at me I will understand 'Cause that is something everybody Everywhere does in the same language I can see by your coat, my friend You
Well I came upon a child of God He was walkin' along the road and I asked him "Tell me where are you going?" This he told me, said, "I'm going on down
Guinevere had green eyes Like yours, mi'lady like yours When she'd walk down through the garden In the morning after it rained Peacocks wandered aimlessly
Translation: Crosby, Still, Nash Young. Adeste Fidelis ( O, Come All Ye Faithful ).
Translation: Crosby, Still, Nash Young. It Won't Go Away.
Translation: Crosby, Still, Nash Young. Unequal Love.
Translation: Crosby, Still, Nash Young. Till It Shines.
Translation: Crosby, Still, Nash Young. These Empty Days.
Translation: Crosby, Still, Nash Young. Street To Lean On.
Translation: Crosby, Still, Nash Young. Panama.
Translation: Crosby, Still, Nash Young. Only Waiting For You.
