Homesick

When I sit down and try to remember

What my home is like

I seem to be drifting in water

No land in sight

All my friends become nothing but names

In my old adress book

Oh yes, there was that funny little girl

Her love I took

Where is the place I do belong

That little spot where I was born

Where is the garden in my mind

It turns to stone

What do I know ?

When I walk the streets of london

I see a face I know

But I knew it on a different body

A long time ago

A back yard or a house on the corner

Bring back a time

Where I could say without a doubt

That this place is mine

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Sweet Old Fashion Goodness

Wind chimes in a weeping willow Biscuits light as feather pillows At Mama's house Sunday morning kids a squirming Thank the preacher for the sermon As you're walking out Sweet old fashion goodness Old man comes out

Love Voodoo

When I first met you on the roof You cought me in your web of youth But now I know the wicked truth It's much to late so what's the use in fighting? You

All Things Must Pass

Sunrise doesn't last all morning A cloudburst doesn't last all day Seems my love is up and has left you with no warning It's not always going to be this grey All things must