Lyrics:
My Man Barbara

till that old Hickory wind called him home My man's got it made, he's gone far beyond the pain And we who must remain go on living just the same My man

It's my man Cold and wet, tired you bet But all that I soon forget With my man He's not much for looks And no hero out of books He's my man Two or three

Draw me a circle that's perfectly round One curving line, simple and fine Now add two ears and a lopsided nose And if you care, add some hair Now draw

Billy is real I should have seen that before All my life on the stage I'm a big success All my life off the stage What a mess! Oh what a mess! All my

Nobody's heart belongs to me Hiegh ho, who cares Nobody writes his songs for me No one belongs to me That's the least of my cares I may be sad at times

Will he like me when we meet? Will the shy and quiet girl he's going to see Be the girl that he's imagined me to be? Will he like me? Will he like the

Here as I lay beside you, I know How grateful my heart feels Knowing that you've come In my world to stay Now I know my life has finally begun That dream

, why I wonder? Weak one moment, Then the next I'm fine. I feel as if 1'm falling every time I close my eyes And flowing through my body Is a river of

Lascia ch'io painga La cruda sorte E che sospiri La liberta! Il duolo infranga Queste ritorte De' miei martiri Sol per pieta