Book of Longing
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The ponies run, the girls are youn… The odds are there to beat You win a while, and then it’s don… Your little winning streak And summoned now to deal
Ah we’re drinking and we’re dancin… and the band is really happening and the Johnny Walker wisdom runn… And my very sweet companion she’s the Angel of Compassion
My lady can sleep Upon a handkerchief Or if it be Fall Upon a fallen leaf. I have seen the hunters
I can’t make the hills The system is shot I’m living on pills For which I thank G-d I followed the course
Now in Vienna there’s ten pretty… There’s a shoulder where Death co… There’s a lobby with nine hundred… There’s a tree where the doves go… There’s a piece that was torn from…
Out of the thousands who are known or want to be known… maybe one or two are genuine and the rest are fakes, hanging around the sacred precinct…
The light came through the window, Straight from the sun above, And so inside my little room There plunged the rays of Love. In streams of light I clearly saw
It’s true that all the men you kne… who said they were through with de… Every time you gave them shelter I know that kind of man It’s hard to hold the hand of anyo…
They sentenced me to twenty years… For trying to change the system fr… I’m coming now, I’m coming to rew… First we take Manhattan, then we… I’m guided by a signal in the heav…
Many men have loved the bells you fastened to the rein, and everyone who wanted you they found what they will always w… Your beauty lost to you yourself
Oh the sisters of mercy, they are… They were waiting for me when I t… And they brought me their comfort… Oh I hope you run into them, you… Yes you who must leave everything…
And who by fire, who by water, who in the sunshine, who in the ni… who by high ordeal, who by common… who in your merry merry month of m… who by very slow decay,
One by one, the guests arrive The guests are coming through The open-hearted many The broken-hearted few And no one knows where the night i…
Well my friends are gone and my ha… I ache in the places where I used… And I’m crazy for love but I’m no… I’m just paying my rent every day Oh in the Tower of Song
If it be your will That I speak no more And my voice be still As it was before I will speak no more