Every time you wake in the morning and you start to cry and I figure there's something up baby but you don't tell me why And I know that's why I call
Hey buds below ... up is where to grow Up with which below can't compare with. Hurry - it's lovely up here ... Life down a hole takes an awful toll, What
The mid summer sun shines but dim the fields try in vain to look gay But when I was happy with him December was pleasant as May There once was a time
Not really lookin' for, for nothing special, Just someplace that I can call my own, I'm growing tired of, of running wild, It's time I settled down [
Every time you wake in the morning And you start to cry So i figure there's something up baby But you don't tell me why So i know that's why i call you
(Gouldman) It's nice to get out in the morning When you've got somewhere to go, But seeing the same old places That can make you feel so low. Hopwhig
Das Wandern ist des Mullers Lust Das Wandern ist des Mullers Lust Das Wandern Das muss ein schlechter Muller sein Dem niemals fiel das Wandern ein Dem
Black lines call out from his face Oh his heart beats staccato pace She says he's not killing time I just don't want him for no friend of mine Meanwhile
Oh Mr. Pleasant, how is Mrs Pleasant? I hope the world is treating you right, And your head's in the air, And you're feeling so proud, 'Cause you're such
Somebody's screaming looking at the ceilling everything's so funny I don't have the money people don't even know me but they know how to show me Why
There's not a mean bone in my body I never could be unkind And I know we're not talking But there's something on my mind It ain't righteous indignation
Deep inside you, Eric will haunt you Another music carpet ride Solemn sheets we hide, the right peak More love time but yet we know, our time will go
I was everything, and nothing You were somebody, something Please, underestimate me I recognize your disease Ingested you, digested you I know, we can
1. Was kann schöner sein was kann mehr erfreu'n als ein Abend in den Lenzen? Wenn der Bäumlein Duft rings erfüllt die Luft und die Abendwolken