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Stayed in bed all mornin' just to pass the time There's something wrong here there can be no denyin' One of us is changin' Or maybe we've just stopped
Good King Wenceslas looked out on the feast of Stephen, when the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even. Brightly shown the moon that night, though
leading, still proceeding, Guide us to thy perfect Light. Born a king on Bethlehem's plain, Gold I bring to crown Him again, King forever, ceasing
If you want to give your heart Don't be afraid to try Love is like a boomerang It comes right back to you You've got a need for company Someone you know
A FINE WAY TO GO WRITERS CAROLE KING, TONI STERN RECORDED BY B.J. THOMAS He makes love to her every night And you know this ain't no lie She makes
Lookin' out on the morning rain I used to feel uninspired And when I knew I had to face another day Lord, it made me feel so tired Before the day I met
In the fields of sweet Ambrosia I've been told You can sit down by the river and watch yourself unfold You can drink right from the river And purify your
Ain't that the way Whenever you think you've got it made Everything changes on you Ain't that the way Nothing is stranger than the truth And how it comes
Funny how I feel more myself with you Than anybody else that I ever knew I hear it in your voice, see it in your face You've become the memory I can't
Why do we isolate each other? All the walls we build between us Make it so hard to be together How can we tear at one another When the thing we have
I remember one young sister with rainbows in her eyes Standing on the corner with the afternoon's supply She spoke of other places, perhaps a better road
All I want is a quiet place to live Where I can enjoy the fruits of my labor Read the paper and not have to cry out loud In my mind I can see it crystal
At this time in my life, very conscious of who I am I know that who I am doesn't matter All the chatter that goes on between As we talk around what we
AT THE CLUB WRITERS GERRY GOFFIN, CAROLE KING RECORDED BY THE DRIFTERS Well, Friday night Has finally come around And me and my baby gonna Head for
Today our dear friend Chicken soup This very ordinary day Boiled up a pot of Chicken soup And swallowed it away A-lack! A-day! O-Woe! Oy-Vey! He swallowed
yours truly, Rosie In this fabulous movie you're all gonna see An entirely different Avenue P Imagine me in a jungle gown And Avenue P, a jungle town With king
A ROAD TO NOWHERE WRITERS GERRY GOFFIN, CAROLE KING I tried to hang on for as long as I could But now I can see that it just ain't no good Our love
