: I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love As she lies here beside me asleep with the night And her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow
: Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank Like a shroud it covers Bleeker Street Fills the alleys where men sleep Hides the shepherd from the sheep
: I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song I'm twenty-two now but I won't be for long Time hurries on And the leaves that are green turn to brown
: A winter's day In a deep and dark December I am alone Gazing from my window To the streets below On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow I
: Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine Tell
: They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town With political connections to spread his wealth around Born into society, a banker's
: Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision
: Slow down, you move too fast You got to make the morning last Just kicking down the cobblestones Looking for fun and feeling groovy Ba da da da
: It's a still life water color Of a now late afternoon As the sun shines through the curtain lace And shadows wash the room And we sit and drink
: Time, time, time See what's become of me While I looked around For my possibilities I was so hard to please But look around Leaves are brown
: Who will love a little sparrow Who's traveled far and cries for rest? "Not I," said the Oak Tree "I won't share my branches with no sparrow's nest
: He was a most peculiar man That's what Mrs. Riordan says and she should know She lived upstairs from him She said he was a most peculiar man He
: The last train is nearly due The underground is closing soon And in the dark deserted station Restless in anticipation A man waits in the shadows
: Someone told me It's all happening at the zoo I do believe it I do believe it's true It's a light and tumble journey From the East Side to the
: I'm sittin' in the railway station Got a ticket for my destination, mmm On a tour of one night stands My suitcase and guitar in hand And every
: I hear the drizzle of the rain Like a memory it falls Soft and warm continuing Tapping on my roof and walls And from the shelter of my mind Through
Time, time, time See what's become of me While I looked around For my possibilities I was so hard to please But look around Leaves are brown And
The last train is nearly due The underground is closing soon And in the dark deserted station Restless in anticipation A man waits in the shadows