I feel your touch electric sparkle. I was close enough to heaven as a man could be. Just you and me my friend. The soft taillight of evening nears. It merely serves a warning.
Blow through our hair. Oh but I cannot gaze too long for I fear that it will turn me into stone. As it rose to take the fly. Which I found quite sad. It doesn't matter where you are. To go spoil all the things we had right here. Stay in the light of love. I wonder is there death after life.
Was succour to my soul. Lambert/Cronk 1981 recording. Even six foot snows. Without a warning the sky seemed to blacken. That broke a heart in two. And yet somehow saying no. Did I ever not take note of what you feel.
What is the reason, tell me why you're hurting me. Bounded by a field of poppies. The wooden box in which he kept his cross. One summer afternoon. The leaves will soon return back. Burning like a coal on the open fire. By the rolling river mist.
I'll tell you a story to bring you tears. Was guided by the tide. US, Canada and South Africa opted for "Where Do You Go" as the b-side. Leaving him clutching the sword in his fist. The fisherman weighs anchor with his catch of drowning souls. Life is like the young child. Plucking up the courage to send you a note.
I walked into a church. Word or concept: Find rhymes. I'll never see through Alice's eyes. They build their homes upon the seashore. 1970 live version (QE Hall, 11 Jul 1970, released on Just A Collection OfAntiques And Curios, CD reissue, 1998). And the welfare state. The battle is all over.
Phoney profiteers suitably seeming sad. Watching people they know who don't understand. Live recording, Thalgau, 2006. It was on the stroke of midnight. DC solo 2008 live performance. Thinking about Rose Mary. High above San Remo. Flung herself in the boatman's arms. Why not take me along.
No I can't afford to die. Ahhhhhhhh ahhhhhhh ahhhhhh quarter gram. Small birds gather on the wing. A rainbow shone so softly. Genius of innocence. Break your bubble, break it up. Still used every spring. Without it life would seem too kind. Dave Cousins acoustic demo.
When the dice are down on a losing streak. She handed the boatman the sword she was holding.