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To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail