A thousand conversations on a never ending theme Seem to linger in my mind like the fragments of a dream That was once a part of you and remains a part
Living in Saw Mill Gulch Road There's a lonely girl who's now fifteen Since I've been gone She's kept a part of me and something seen Remembering I took
Forty thousand headmen couldn't make me change my mind If I had to take the choice between the deaf man and the blind I know just where my feet should
(jimmy alan stewart/jim rudd) He'd known the ten commandments From the time he was five But in the jungles if vietnam there was no wrong or right He
by John Williamson It's not a hard place it's a soft and gentle land Gonna lay my bed on the soft and gentle sand Hear old man time whisper in my ear
Lay Down Beside Me (duet with John Waite) I've spent my life looking for you Finding my way wasn't easy to do But I knew there was you all the while
Every time I think of you I always catch my breath And I'm still standing here and you're miles away And I'm wondering why you left And there's a storm
I will run, yes, I will roll I will climb your mountains high Through the valleys of deceit Through the cold winds of denial And though you fear the cold
I took you home from a party and we kissed and burned A few stolen kisses and no harm was done Instead of stopping when we could we went right on Til
He'd known the Ten Commandments from the time he was five But in the jungles, if Vietnam there was no wrong or right He was a decorated hero when he stepped
Down by the old (not the new but the old) Mill stream (not the river but the stream), Where I first (not the last but the first) Met you. (Not me but
make a monkey outa me, Life gets lonesome on the mountainside, Guess that's the reason little John sit and cried Poor little John, poor little John
now, chin up chest out A hup two, three, four, all day through Everybody seems to be worried about a somethin' other Who's gonna worry about Private John
I will run, Yes I will role I will climb you mountains high Through the valleys of deceit Trough the cold winds of denial And though you fear the cold
It's not a hard place it's a soft and gentle land Gonna lay my bed on the soft and gentle sand Hear old man time whisper in my ear A thousand feet have
Translation: John Berry. Ninety Miles An Hour.
