(Benny Gallagher, Graham Lyle) New York, to that tall skyline I come, flyin' in from London to your door New York, lookin' down on Central Park Where
the wall he slashes, Deep upon the advertising, A single worded poem comprised Of four letters. And his heart is laughing, screaming, pounding The poem across
(Jimmy Webb) I bruise you, you bruise me We both bruise too easily, too easily to let it show I love you and that's all I know . All my plans have
(P. Simon) April come she will When streams are ripe and swelled with rain; May, she will stay, Resting in my arms again. June, she'll change her tune
When you're weary, feeling small, When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all; I'm on your side. When times get rough And friends just can't be
(Mike Batt) Is it a kind of dream, Floating out on the tide, Following the river of death downstream? Oh, is it a dream? There's a fog along the horizon
(Carole King, Howard Greenfield) I'll never let you see The way my broken heart is hurting me I've got my pride and I know how to hide All the sorrow
(John Bucchino) I've got a roof over my head I've got a warm place to sleep Some nights I lie awake counting gifts Instead of counting sheep I've got
(P. Simon) I'm sitting in the railway station. Got a ticket to my destination. On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand. And ev'
(George Motolo - John S.Marascalco) Good night, my love. Pleasant dreams and sleep tight my love. May tomorrow be sunny and bright, and bring you closer
I'd rather be a sparrow than a snail. Yes I would. If I could, I surely would. I'd rather be a hammer than a nail. Yes I would. If I could, I surely
(John Lennon - Paul McCartney) Who knows how long I've loved you D'you know I love you still Will I wait a lonely lifetime If you want me to, I will
And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you will know. God bless you, please Mrs. Robinson. Heaven holds a place for those who pray
(P. Simon/A. Garfunkel) Are you going to Scarborough Fair: Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. Remember me to one who lives there. She once was a true
Slow down, you move too fast. You got to make the morning last. Just kicking down the cobble stones. Looking for fun and feelin' groovy. Hello lamppost
(Paul Simon) Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again, Because a vision softly creeping, Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
