1977 - I DON'T NEED A REASON

What I see is beautiful, everywhere I go,
walking in a springtime rain or in December snow.
Each time we are together, every moment of each season,
makes living so much better, and I don't need a reason.
It's just love.

Stars appear on cloudy nights, sunshine clears the rain.
Darkness can't keep out the light, no two days are the same.
You fill my life with pleasure and my dreams now all are pleasing.
Each night with you I treasure, and I don't need a reason.
It's just love.

If I had to change my life, there's nothing I would do,
'cause I could never learn to live my lifetime without you.
My face is always glowing as you give my life a meaning.
This bond we share is growing, and we don't need a reason.
It's just love.

What I see is beautiful, everywhere I go,
understanding all the things I never used to know.
My world revolves around you, every fiber of my being.
I'll let my love surround you, and I don't need a reason.
It's just love.

1976 - MONDAY MEMO MANIA BLUES

It's Monday, Bloody Monday
and you're sitting in your office
and you're waiting for your secretary's pencil
to jot down what the words will be
in this week's sacred homily
to be typed up accordingly on stencil.

I've got those Monday memo mania blues again.
Sometimes I feel like carbon paper is my only one true friend.
I've got those Monday memo mania blues again.

"Do not park out on the parking lot
in spaces that are clearly marked
for parking, but of course, aren't marked for you.
And if you choose to disobey, we'll tow your little car away.
Expense incurred is to be paid by you."

"By memo of a week ago,
we made it clear for all to know
that someone's stealing food from our ice box.
And though precautions have been made,
it's my unpleasant job to say
that now it seems somebody stole the locks."

I've got those Monday memo mania blues again.
Sometimes it seems like carbon paper is my only one true friend.
I've got those Monday memo mania blues again.

"While punching out the clock at five,
if you should wish to stay alive,
your best bet is to heed this here epistle.
For if by some chance you are caught
while punching someone else's card,
you're subject to immediate dismissal."

I've got those Monday memo mania blues again.
Sometimes it seems like carbon paper is my only one true friend.
I've got those Monday memo mania blues again.

Sometimes it seems like carbon paper is my only one true friend.
I've got those Monday memo mania blues again.

1976 - HUSBANDS AND WIVES

What makes a woman love a man?
What makes her try as hard as she can to please him?
Why does she try so hard again and again?

What makes a man fall in love?
What does he act like the stars above have fallen down?
Why does his head seem to spin around and around?

Reasons are somehow clearer
when you've found the key to your heart.
Moments of life become dearer
as you worship its every part.

What makes to people become a pair?
What are their reasons for sharing each other's lives?
Guess that's the love the makes the husbands and wives.

Reasons are somehow clearer
when you've found the key to your heart.
Moments of life become dearer
as you worship its every part.

What makes to people become a pair?
What are their reasons for sharing each other's lives?
Guess that's the love the makes the husbands and wives.

Guess that's the love that makes the husbands and wives.

1976 - JIMMY (I STILL LOVE YOU)

I've spent the past few years just staring into space
surrounded my memories that time could not erase.
The plans that we once made
have just begun to fade.
I'm beginning to see the facts I'll have to face.

It's hard to understand and still I wonder why
when love was at its best, my lover had to die.
I've needed, oh so much,
your warm and gentle touch
and without you, it's impossible to survive.

Jimmy, your were my life
and even thought I'll never get to be your wife,
I still love you. Yes, I still love you.

I've been told that through the years
sorrow and pain are washed away.
If that's true, then why do tears
come easier to my eyes every day?

No matter what I've done, no matter what I've tried,
there's still no coping with the pain down deep inside.
Until the end of time,
my son will never shine.
In the shadow of your memory I will hide.

Jimmy, your were my life
and even thought I'll never get to be your wife,
I still love you. Yes, I still love you.

It's been so hard to forget
all the love I used to know,
all the happy thoughts, and yet
all along I always knew you'd have to go.

It's been a long time now, my loving days are through.
I guess I've met them all, but none will ever do.
With no one else I'll share,
for no one could compare.
I'll never love anyone again as I loved you.

Jimmy, your were my life
and even thought I'll never get to be your wife,
I still love you. Yes, I still love you.

1975 - OCEAN CITY, MARYLAND

Ocean City, Maryland.
Reservations in advance, or you'll never get the chance
to stay in Ocean City, Maryland.
Where the smell of golden french fries
always make your stomach churn.
And if you fall asleep 'neath the noonday sun,
it's a cinch you'll always burn.

Ocean City, Maryland.
"Tony's Pizza" is a gas. A little greasy, but it's class
down there in Ocean City, Maryland.
And let us not forget the rides
and the amusements on the pier
and if you go to Phillips, just remember,
you don't have to bring your own beer.

Ocean City, Maryland.
Waves will thrust you to the shore, but you'll always shout for more
down there in Ocean City, Maryland.
And when you're walking on the beach,
with your lover, hand in hand,
it's a time that's so romantic 'til you
hit the dog poop in the sand.

Ocean City, Maryland.
It's the place I shall retire, when I've embers 'stead of fire,
right down in Ocean City, Maryland.
And in the evening when it's late and you are beaching,
that's when those mighty ocean waves begin their preaching.
They say that beach resorts are everywhere
but there are none that can compare
to Maryland's resort beneath the sun.
Ocean City is the place for everyone.
Ocean City is synonymous with fun!

Ocean City, Maryland. Ocean City, Maryland.
Ocean City, Maryland. Ocean City!

And in the evening when it's late and you are beaching,
that's when those mighty ocean waves begin their preaching.
They say that breach resorts are everywhere
but there are none that can compare
to Maryland's resort beneath the sun.
Ocean City is the place for everyone.
Ocean City is synonymous with fun!

1970-1972 - WHO'S GONNA MISS

Who's gonna miss the flowers when they don't come up again?
Who's gonna miss the beauty of their glow?
Who's gonna wonder why we haven't seen them?
Who's gonna care and who is gonna know?

Who's gonna miss the sunshine of a August day?
Who's gonna miss the warmth it always brings?
Who's gonna care when clear blue skies have gone to gray?
Who's gonna care when birds no loner sing?

Flowers, sun and clear blue skies are what make life worthwhile.
The world around us hurts our eyes and makes us lose our smiles.
But still, the more we hear goes in and out each ear.
We never want to know when we've been wrong.
And my one, greatest fear is that in some coming year
we'll kill ourselves, and it might not be long.

Who's gonna miss the forest and the open air?
Who's gonna mind the grass not being green?
Who's gonna miss the animals of everywhere?
Who's gonna miss the once so lovely scenes?

Who's gonna miss the ocean and its once abundent fish?
Who's gonna mind the water standing still?
Who's gonna offer more than just a shallow wish?
Who's gonna notice? We will, yes, we will.

Who's gonna notice? We will, yes, we will.

1970-1972 - WHISPERING

Whispering softly into your ear
phrases I can't say out loud.
Guess you could say that I'm proud and afraid
of the plans I have made being in vain,
but devoted to you I will always remain.

Whispering gently into your mind
thoughts which could well outlast time, if given a chance.
Yet I never get a second glance from you,
and despite what I feel, you still seem unreal.

Love is more than a word
but you must not have heard my heart.
I have felt this way from the start
and I will forever and more.

Whispering peaceful and free.
Such an emotion inside of me.
I'm trapped in a world that is new
and a world where loving you
is a question without any answer.
So with one final hope, I will spend one more moment
to whisper.

1970-1972 - VELVET DAYS

Waking in the early morning, got to find my way.
Lost amid the thoughts of yearning for the velvet days.
Softly, along the sidewalk, hearing the endless stream of talk.
No one saw me in the meadow, running free to never go astray.
Wander through the lovely, velvet days.

Kissing each raindrop falling, December's gone to May.
Nothing left to be appalling in the velvet days.
Walking without a sense of time, living a life which must be mine.
No one hears the sunshine but me, seeing things nobody else can see,
in my own way.
Catch another glimpse of velvet days.

People come and people going, in every which way.
None are lucky as myself to have the velvet days.
Softly, into the hearts of those writers of poetry and prose,
with plenty to say.
All members of those beautiful velvet days.

1970-1972 - THIS IS THE SONG

This is the song that I sing to the sun,
singing it softly and heard by no one.
This is the song that I sing to the sea.
Nature is singing in harmony.

Down by the sea on the sand is my home.
Singing my songs, living alone.
There is no reason for me to explain
all of the thoughts that will always remain.

This is the song that I sing to the sky.
I'm always dreaming and wondering why.
This is the song that I sing to the breeze,
filled with my questions and wondering pleas.

Down by the sea on the sand is my home.
Singing my songs, living alone.
There is no reason for me to explain
all ofo the thoughts that will always remain.

This is the song that I sing to the air,
searching for love, though I once didn't care.
This is the song that I'm singing for you,
sharing my peacefulness, too
and giving of myself to you.

1970-1972 - THE LOSER

I have taken a good look inside my brain
and discovered that I might always remain
just a no one, being nothing, a rebel with no cause.
But I've changed some of my once, most necessary laws
since they weren't so necessary after all.

Though it took so very long for me to see
that the person that I was just wasn't really me.
Just a game, no real name, letting life go right on past.
But I've finally let my human side to surface now at last.

A person can't be wise if he hasn't got the eyes
to see with or the ears to hear.
If he doesn't take the time to listen and to look,
what he doesn't understand he'll always fear.

I have once again rejoined the human race,
letting all injustice free to vanish into space.
I am real, am what I feel. Of life, I am a user.
And no longer will I call myself the loser.

A person can't be wise if he hasn't got the eyes
to see with or the ears to hear.
If he doesn't take the time to listen and to look,
what he doesn't understand he'll always fear.

I have once again rejoined the human race,
letting all injustice free to vanish into space.
I am real, am what I feel. Of life, I am a user.
And no longer will I call myself the loser.

1970-1972 - THE LEGEND OF KING KONG

Last night on the movie show,
the picture came on, and what do you know!
I grabbed my guitar and I burst into song.
This was the legend of mighty, King Kong.

Way back yonder in '33,
the world was attached by a giant monkey.
Captured by a film crew for the USA,
his giant eyes first fell upon the lovely Fay Wray.

With her beautiful eyes and her beautiful shape,
she made that big gorilla go absolutely ape.
He climbed up a building. He was running away.
But all he really wanted was the lovely Fay Wray.

The army was trying to stop his escape,
so they shot a lot of bullets into the ape.
The planes were flying above his big head.
A few minutes later, our hero was dead.

Down in the streets, the people were glad.
But poor King Kong wasn't really so bad.
All he ever wanted was a chance to say
how much he really dug the lovely Fay Wray.

His life was made a movie, the story of a guy
who, for the only girl he loved, would very gladly die.
And though he may be gone, his name lingers on.
He was a legend, the mighty King Kong.

He was a legend, the mighty King Kong.

1970-1972 - THE CHEWING GUM SONG

Got to go down to the Five and Dime.
Way I'm feeling now, I ain't got much time.
Won't be happy 'til I get me some
of that wonderful chewing gum.

Dropped my radio on the floor.
Didn't think it would play anymore.
The back fell off, but I wasn't glum.
I stuck it back together with my chewing gum.

Put my chewing gum down, but I didn't know where.
Sat down to think about it, in the chair.
Suddenly remembered where my chewing gum went.
I stuck to the chair like I was in cement.

Got to go down to the Five and Dime.
Way I'm feeling now, I ain't got much time.
Won't be happy 'til I get me some
of that wonderful chewing gum.

Now, the teacher told Johnny to get rid of his gum.
She said, "Put it anywhere," which was kind of dumb.
When Johnny'd gotten rid of it, the teacher asked him where.
He said he put the chewing gum in Mary Lou's hair.

Got to go down to the Five and Dime.
Way I'm feeling now, I ain't got much time.
Won't be happy 'til I get me some
of that wonderful chewing gum.

Of that wonderful chewing gum.
Of that wonderful [pop!] chewing gum.

1970-1972 - SWEETEST OF MUSIC

The poet in me want to learn
of nature's golden song,
the music of the wildlife
as it paves its way along
the country roads of quiet and the forest with its trees,
the music of the raging storm and of the gentle breeze.

In observation, I have learned
that life has many tones,
from the smallest of the helpless cries
to the fearless, vicious groans.
The song of nature is, indeed, a song of endless verse
as some will always linger on and some are rather terse.

I've been a poet long enough
to know what makes life fine,
the peaceful sounds of midnight
as they haunt with echoing rhyme,
the sweetest song of morning with daybreak's wistful call,
but yours is, without any doubt, the sweetest song of all.

1970-1972 - SOMETHING CALLED LOVE

So many different verses with so many different rhymes.
It's known for passing quickly or for lingering in time.
It's been written about so often, if every form you can think of.
It's something very special.  Something called love.

The words used in describing can vary from song to song.
Some hold it deep within their hearts, while others pass it along.
It can leave you down upon the ground or ini the sky above.
It's something very important.  Something called love.

I've heard about it often and I've known it once or twice.
It can leave you with an inner warmth or quickly turn to ice.
It comes to each and every heart, with every passing dove.
It's something we all need.  Something called love.

1970-1972 - SILENTLY

Tell me the answer to questions of love
in all that I've wanted to see.
Giving your heart to be a sign of
the days we love silently.

Tell me you love me and you will be kind
in all that I want you to be.
Tell me forever is all of the time
of the days we love silently.

Tell me that now is the time of the night
when all of your mind is on me.
The candles are shedding the sweetest of light
on the days we love silently.

Tell me the answer to questions of love
in all that I've wanted to see.
Giving your heart to be a sign of
the days we love silently.

Tell me forever is all of the time
of the days we love silently.

The candles are shedding the sweetest of light
on the days we love silently.

1970-1972 - SHADES OF LOVING MOMENTS

The candle's slowly dimming and the coffee's almost done.
We watched the early hatred disappear inside the sun.
And then we saw the sunset, but our love had just begun
with the shades of loving moments in my mind.

The closeness of your body, your warm and gentle smile
are smoothing over wrinkles of a passing, lonely child.
The voice of harshened memories have turned to meek and mild
with the shades of loving moments in my mind.

The sun will soon be rising for the coming break of day.
My mind knows it is only fair to let you go your way.
My heart is merely begging for its other half to stay
with the shades of loving moments in my mind.

1970-1972 - SATURDAY MORNING

The clock is ticking as it strives to meet the time of noon.
The sound of coffee perking is just one of morning's tunes.
An airplane rushes overhead and puppies curl on unmade beds.
The grown-ups work while children run to play.
The weekend's finally here.  It's Saturday.

A hammer strikes another nail to help repair a house.
A little lady sparrow's calling to her long, lost spouse.
A gentle breeze comes through the trees and blends for perfect harmonies
as family travelers head out on their way.
The weekend world begins with Saturday.

And I can't help but wonder if the simple things I see
are part of our realistic world, or just plain fantasy.

And somehow bees who always sting look like they won't hurt anything.
And somehow all the hate we knew is covered by the morning dew.
But clocks strike noon, within coming doom, and put, without a warning
and end to our beautiful Saturday morning.

And I can't help but wonder if the simple things I see
are part of our realistic world, or just plain fantasy.

And somehow bees who always sting look like they won't hurt anything.
And somehow all the hate we knew is covered by the morning dew.
But clocks strike noon, within coming doom, and put, without a warning
and end to our beautiful Saturday morning.

1970-1972 - PIECE OF A DREAM

Rainbow colored skies, patterns in the haze.
Warm and gentle eyes, caught in sunset days.
Lost among the flowers' ever growing maze.
Try to find the piece of my dream.

Rainy afternoons, lonely butterflies.
Reaching for the moon, reaching toward the skies.
Lost in love's great sadness, ever present lies.
Where is my piece of a dream?

Sunsets all alone end another day.
Hearing empty tones, love has gone away.
Lost within my tears, nothing left to say.
Now I've lost my piece of a dream.

Now I've lost my piece of a dream.

1970-1972 - ONLY I

Sudden pictures of a smile
that once belonged to me
disappeared in moments of forgotten tears.
Try to listen to my mind of sorrow.
Only I will love you in tomorrow.

Quiet sunsets make me see
a truth that never died
though it seems I've tried forgetting endless dreams.
There is something for you that will leave me never.
Only I will love you in forever.

1970-1972 - MYSELF'S GOT ME

It's true that to some a drifter I seem,
living what they call impossible dreams.
That may be true, but at least I'm free.
I've got myself and myself's got me.

Walking through life with no binds or ties,
without any rain to clutter my skies.
A life that's simple, a person carefree.
I've got myself and myself's got me.

There was a time, though, when I was chained
to the same routine, day after day.
But I was paroled, then I was free.
I've got myself and myself's got me.

And now, at last, since I saw the light,
I live every day and I love every night.
I'm in love with life.  What more could I need?
I've got myself and myself's got me.

There was a time, though, when I was chained
to the same routine, day after day.
But I was paroled, then I was free.
I've got myself and myself's got me.

1970-1972 - LOVELY AS A RAINBOW

There's a certain peace within my soul
I never felt before.
Must have come to me inside a rainbow.
That's the only answer I can give.
Nothing quite as lovely as a rainbow.
Nothing quite as lovely when you live.

There's a certain love for fellow man
that opens up the door.
Must have come to me inside a rainbow.
That's the only explanation here.
Nothing quite as lovely as a rainbow.
Nothing quite as lovely as no fear.

Deep within the colors know how we must feel,
penetrating barriers that never could be real.
All of us together in the garden known as life,
letting rainy weather take away our pain and strife.
After rain is over and the sun starts to appear,
out then comes the rainbow and our harshness disappears.

There's a certain need for happiness
that only comes to few.
Must have come to them inside a rainbow.
That's the only reason there can be.
Nothing quite as lovely as a rainbow.
Nothing quite as lovely when you're free.

There's a certain want for friendship
that's here for me and you.
Must have come to us inside a rainbow.
That's the only answer I can see.
Nothing as lovely as a rainbow.
Nothing quite as nice as you and me.

1970-1972 - LOVE PAINTS MANY DREAMS

Love paints many colors blended into one,
the color of the rising moon and of the setting sun,
the color of the raindrops with a touch of gentle breeze,
of nature in the universe and nature's wistful pleas.

Love paints many dreams, warm and lovely scenes.
Hope for future lies deep within your eyes.
Love means everything to me,
as the only one I love will always be
the painter of the portrait of my love.

Love paints many faces, never two the same,
the color of tomorrow and a color of no name.
Everyone around us with their faces shining bright,
the colors bring to every heart a new and guiding light.

Love pains many dreams, warm and lovely scenes.
Hope for future lies deep within your eyes.
Love means everything to me,
as the only one I love will always be
the painter in the portrait of my love.

1970-1972 - LOOK TO THE SUN

When your problems seem as many
and your riches seem as few,
when you're lost and you're forgotten
and you don't know what to do,
while your hopes are slowly dying
and your dreams have blown away,
look to the sun for a brighter day.

When your world seems dark and dreary
as the clouds fill up your sky,
when you spend your whole life working
and you have no idea why,
when your life has no more meaning
and you see no need to stay,
look to the sun for a brighter day.

As the hands of time move onward
but your world is standing still,
try to rise above the others
having strength of mind and will.
But when life seems to be hopeless,
just take heed of what I say.
Look to the sun for a brighter day.

Look to the sun for a brighter day.

1970-1972 - LITTLE PIECE OF ME

He lies asleep inside his world of cowboys and ice cream,
where every night he finds himself the star of every dream.
Some nights he may be on a ship to visit foreign lands,
or maybe on his horse he rides across the desert sands.
He's so young and I don't know where I'd be
if it wasn't for that little piece of me.

When we're walking hand in hand, I'm always very proud
to know he's someone special in the faceless crowd.
And I can't help but wonder what he'll grow up to be:
a doctor or a lawyer, or man that's simply free.

I wonder when he grows up if he'll have to fight a war
like his daddy did justy twenty years before.
Or by then, will all the war and hatred cease to be?
Dear God, for his sake, bring this world to peace.

When bedtime rolls around and I lay him down to sleep,
I cannot help but feel a pain that comes from way down deep.
He's lying there so peaceful with his ragged teddy bear.
I turn to smile at Daddy, but I see that no one's there.

A tear comes down and soon I find that I will start to cry.
Oh God, why do young men have to die?
Then I turn around to see my special, little man,
and I pull myself together once again.

He's so young and I don't know where I'd be
if it wasn't for that little piece of me.

1970-1972 - INSIDE YOUR MIND

There's a world of cotton candy trees
and a world of cherry skies.
It's a place where little children go
each time they close their eyes.
Travel down the dreaming highway
'til you see the rainbow sign
leading you into the world inside your mind.

There's a donkey and a teddy bear,
and a pony is there, too,
and some little, furry kittens
are waiting just for you.
Ice cream hills are among the many
things that you will find,
in the private, little world inside your mind.

There's a little bunny rabbit
with a tail of snow white fur,
and a momma dog is calling all
her puppies back to her.
It's a place where golden moonbeams
taste like lemon-lime,
in the private, little world inside your mind.

In the morning, when you wake up,
you will have to say good-bye,
but you'll see your little friends again
the next time you close your eyes.
You'll discover that this world of ours
is nice and kinda fine,
but not nearly as nice as the world inside your mind.

Now, the grown-ups of this life
are working, oh so very hard.
More than twice the size that you are,
but I bet not half as smart.
They'd all be so much better of
if they would take some time
to visit the private world inside their minds.

1970-1972 - I'M LEAVING

It seems as though we've gone through this so many times before.
It seems that every time I'm ready to walk out the door,
you start again with all the things you'll do to make a change.
But this is one time I won't wait to see things stay the same.
I'm leaving.

Your promises of better times aren't worth an empty life.
It turned out that my days of sunshine now are endless nights.
I can't take another day of trying to live a lie.
The days when we were so in love have quickly floated by.
I'm leaving.

There must be something better than the life I've always known,
something that my world could spin around.
There's more to living than the pain that's always by my side,
more than broken hearts coming down.

The future lies beneath my feet if I would take the chance
to walk away from emptiness and into new romance.
I have to find a meaning for my free and brand new mind,
to close the door and put an end to lonely, wasted time.
I'm leaving.

There must be something better than the life I've always known,
something that my world could spin around.
There's more to living than the pain that's always by my side,
more than broken hearts coming down.

I'm leaving .... I'm leaving.

1970-1972 - I WANT TO GO SMILING

I want to go smiling when it's time for me to die and
I want to be happy when they lay me in my grave.
I want to be peaceful when they find that I'm deceased
so all the relatives and friends will think I'm brave.

I want to go grinning when I'm finished with my sinning because
I want to be grateful for the fun that I have had.
I want to be smirking when the undertaker's lurking 'round.
He's got another one and now he's glad.

Time to meet my Maker,
walking through the Pearly Gates.
No use having second thoughts
'cause now it is too late.

I want to be loving when the caretaker is shoving me into the ground.
I'm gonna be joyous when my life has finally ceased.
I want to be laughing when they put me in my casket
and my only hope is that I'll rest in peace.

Told the Man my story,
and I thought I told it well.
Heading for my knew home,
which is somewhere down in ......

I want to go smiling when it's time for me to die and
I want to be happy when they lay me in my grave.
I want to be peaceful when they find that I'm deceased
so all the relatives and friends will think I'm brave.

1970-1972 - HELLO, AMERICA

Hello, America. I am in love.

Hello the sunshine and hello the rain.
Can't you feel something happening?
Such a feeling could drive me insane.
I don't really care as long as you are there,
to comfort me in time of need.

Hello the morning, yes, hello the dawn.
Can't you hear the music play?
Way up high on a cloud I am on.
Way up in the sky, as long as you are mine,
always close at hand to understand.

Hello, America. I am in love.
And I want the world to know.
Hello, America. The world above
gave me a miracle to show.
No more stop. Only go.
Let the River Love flow.

Hello the summer and hello the spring.
Can't you feel the warmth they bring?
Hello the winter and hello the fall.
Can't you hear the seasons call?
Or do you still live in the past?
Don't you know that love is meant to last.

Hello, America. I am in love.
And I want the world to know.
Hello, America. The world above
gave me a miracle to show.
No more stop. Only go.
Let the River Love flow.

1970-1972 - FANCY MORNING

Feeling good this morning.

Alarm clock sounds another day.
Stumble to the kitchen, making my way.
Have a cup of coffee, then I'm ready to say:
feeling good this morning, fancy morning.

Looking out the window, sun starts to rise,
watching nature moving around in the skies.
All my inner feelings reflect in my eyes.
Feeling good this morning, fancy morning.

Another beautiful morning is staring me in the face.
Time to get up and go out and join the human race.
Time for waking up nature of every color, weight, shape and size.
Another beautiful morning makes a person glad to be alive.

Walking down the street, wearing a smile.
Meeting friendly people stop and talk for awhile.
Seeing lovely things in every mile.
Feeling good this morning, fancy morning.

Another beautiful morning is staring me in the face.
Time to get up and go out and join the human race.
Time for waking up nature of every color, weight, shape and size.
Another beautiful morning makes a person glad to be alive.

Walking down the street, wearing a smile.
Meeting friendly people stop and talk for awhile.
Seeing lovely things in every mile.
Feeling good this morning, fancy morning.

Feeling good this morning, fancy morning.

1970-1972 - COUNTRY LOVE

The wheat fields sure look pretty
as we're miles away from city life and city pain.
Country love is working on me.
Now there is no time for me to be ashamed.
Lovers come and lovers go,
but there are some who'll never know what loving means.
Holding you beneath the stars,
erasing all the bitter scars of foolish dreams.
Carried on the snow white wings of every dove
is the special joy in living country love.

Ah, country love is kind of special, kind of new.
Ah, country love could change a person's point of view.
Country love is all you give and everything that I give back to you.

I can say without a doubt
that I could never live without your warm embrace.
Lying here beneath the sun
I feel a country breeze coming across my face.
When I look into your eyes,
I feel my body paralyze from your sweet smile.
Summer fields of country air.
I feel your presence everywhere, in avery mile.

Ah, country love is kind of special, kind of new.
Ah, country love could change a person's point of view.
Country love is what you give and everything that I give back to you.

And I can see my dreams come true,
as I am here and loving you.  That's all I need.
Hold me close and hold me tight,
soon I know our peaceful night will quickly leave.
And the sun will be rising up above.
Another day for feeling country love.

Ah, country love is kind of special, kind of new.
Ah, country love could change a person's point of view.
Country love is what you give and everything that I give back to you.

1970-1972 - BUT THE WIND

On the tracks, see the train.
See the sunset on the plain.
See the gently falling rain.
Nobody's left but the wind.

See the evening coming down.
No one's laughing at the clown.
No one's passing the old, ghost town.
Nobody's left but the wind.

Never has too much to say.
Never seems to lose its way.
Never sees the now or yesterday.

No one sees the changing times.
No one has their peace of mind.
No one's drinking sour wine.
Nobody's left but the wind.

Never has too much to say.
Never seems to lose its way.
Never sees the now or yesterday.

See the mountains touch the skies.
See the tears within my eyes.
See the fool.  Such am I.
Nobody's left but the wind.
Nobody's left but the wind.

1970-1972 - BENEATH THIS CLOUD

Mellow afternoons sang their songs in tune.
Never led me to believe
that when I woke up, all the sun would stop
at the time you had to leave.
Then the peace I'd known was over
and I wondered if somehow
the day would come when I would be
out from underneath this cloud.

Tears I seldom shed followed me to bed
as my world came falling down.
On the windowpane came the pouring rain.
Listen to its haunting sound.
And the rain had come to tell me
that my life was over now.
My love had wandered off again,
leaving me beneath this cloud.

On the windowpane came the pouring rain.
Listen to its haunting sound.
Then the peace I'd known was over
and I wondered if somehow
the day would come when I would be
out from underneath this cloud.

1969 - LISTEN

Listen to the whisper of the rain.
Do you hear it calling my name?
Speaking softly quiet phrases.
Listen to the listening of love.

Listen to the rustling of the leaves.
Do you know my aim is to please?
Warm emotions blending nicely.
Listen to the listening of love.

Listen to the quiet of the night.
Does you mind say this is all right?
Loving kindness brings you near me.
Listen to the listening of love.

Listen to the beating of my heart.
Does it tell you how we should start?
I'll be loving you forever.
Listen to the listening of love.

Listen to the listening of listening to listening.
Listen to the listening of love.