: (J. Baez) All the weary mothers of the earth will finally rest; We will take their babies in our arms, and do our best. When the sun is low upon the
are my prison Oh the winds, the winds are blowing Thru the graves the winds are blowing Freedom soon will come! Then we'll come from the shadow
cry. Looking back it seems I never showed you, And now I lay alone and wonder why. I can see now Where you might grow tired of dreams That don't come
: (J. Lennon) Imagine there's no heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people Living for today Imagine there
: (J. Baez) How long since I've spent a whole night in a twin bed with a stranger His warm arms all around me? How long since I've gazed into dark eyes
: (D. Van Arsdale) I feel like a lonesome tumbleweed Rolling across an open plain, I feel like something nobody needs I feel my life drifting away,