and pink electric trees, Dawnlight on a skyline bridges' span, Street light on a rooftop memory. Then it was me and spring came, Playing a song of spring
: Midsummer rain, you and I together I'm only dreaming again and I will forever it seems Midsummer dawn, kisses in a doorway I can't believe they are
: What's the story, Mr. Blue Did she pull the rug from under you Did she chop your dreams up two by two And kick them out the door I could sympathize
: Moon in the mirror, Won't you stay a while tonight? All things of beauty Are too soon out of sight. I know it's a selfish plea; You must light the
: Goodbye. I'm bound away On the morning plane. I'll fly around the world, Then I'll fly around again. And when I've been from Egypt To the snows of
: Look at me. Won't you tell me What you see behind the tinsel Flower lady that you made Me feel I must be. Don't you know even tinsel flowers Grow uneasy
: I remember Monday rising up to pack his lunch We kissed goodbye saying What a foolish girl was I Saying, what a fool was she Near the store where I
: Write me a royal-blue parchment poem Draw me a royal-blue lady like me Draw me a smile That's a lot like my own And make my eyes flowers And make my
: I was in an all night movie When I heard the usher say Here comes the midnight cowboy Got his gun hired out for pay; You were walking kind of faded
: Rain comes from the east one night We watch it come To hang like beaded curtains Till the morning sun Water dripping from our clothes You with raindrops
: For our first time together I wanted everything to be just right I prayed for good weather For we were going to a concert in the park that night I
: Winter lady, where you going With your hair all soft and loose like snowin'? Winter girl, December child, don't run away. Winter lady, walking sadly
: If you hear a politician Or a singer making song Do you just refuse to listen Knowing that he must be wrong That's the way it is, you know, You just
a coffer What can I offer, I don't know Can I bring him love words to sing him Like some foolish magi I'll be gone and words in a song Won't even last
: Who has seen the wind scalloping the sea Or gliding like a swallow over villages and trees? "I have," said the willow, "And I begged him please to