if winter comes Can spring be far behind? Beneath the deepest snows The secret of a rose Is merely that it knows You must believe in spring Just as
If you'd seen the naked dream I had of you Would you care And would you now come through? Take me far away My miles and mind can't beat the dream of
Klingons Close encounter of the three kinds You may fall, I'm AWOL, my heaters will spray y'all And put you in a hole like Robert Peter to pay Paul I
't talk so fast. The machine is beginning to smoke." Ernie: "Well, I only have one last poem here." Bert: "Yeah, yeah, but listen.." Ernie: "Robert
Robert was a sailor For the best years of his life His captain was his mother And the ocean was his wife Only fresh out of the cradle Life's one and
you came here When you were down and feeling blue. And it helped you sort out the pieces on your own. But I'm seeing what you saw. The spring time is
I know you came here When you were down and feeling blue And it helped you sort out the pieces on your own But I'm seeing what you saw. the spring time
(robert johnson) If I send for my baby and he don't come If I send for my baby, man, and he don't come All the doctors in hot springs they sure can't
(Robert Johnson) If I send for my baby and he don't come If I send for my baby, man, and he don't come all the doctors in Hot Springs they sure can'
(Robert Earl Keen, Jr.) Capo 3rd Frat ! Intro: D Bm D Bm Verse 1: D Bm Crossed the desert in a dining car D
beef pies ... he was born next to the beef pies, underneath joni mitchell's autographed pict Right beside elliot robert's big bank book, next to the boat
laughing And the laughter bounced off of The old precinct station And roared down the street Infecting the students Who were all still on spring break
Standin' down on Main Street Across from Mr, Blues In my faded leather jacket And my weathered Brogan shoes A chill north wind was blowin' But the spring
He never fired a second shot he was just too slow My new life is waiting in old Mexico I hear of hidden harbors south of Mazatlan Where cool spring
fire's glow? If ever I would leave you, How could it be in spring-time? Knowing how in spring I'm bewitched by you so? Oh, no! not in spring-time! Summer
decision - Skintight on the action grind into collision yeah! Breath?n seeped into my head - the gang is bang?n - pump The creature daddy-o - spring-
WE'LL RANT AND WE'LL ROAR My name it is Robert, they call me Bob Pittman; I sail in the Ino with Skipper Tim Brown. l'm bound to have Dolly or Biddy or
CRAIGIEBURN WOOD (Robert Burns) Sweet closes the ev'ning on Craigieburn Wood And blythely awaukens the morrow; But the pride o' the spring on the Craigieburn
