Corey's coming, no more sad stories coming My midnight-moonlight-morning-glory's coming aren't you girl? And like I told you, when she holds you She enfolds you in her world.

They put the cold dirt over him and left me on my own And when at last I looked up I saw I was not alone So I said- If you're a relative, he had a peaceful end…

The little boy went first day of school He got some crayons and started to draw He put colors all over the paper For colors was what he saw And the teacher sai…

I was quite surprised to find out all the places that he knew And so I asked the townfolk if his stories were true They said- Old John was born here, he's live…

Star of resplendent front! Thy glorious eye Shines on me still from out yon clouded sky.

The seasons come and the seasons go, the summer fruit and the winter snow, but here we are, and here we stay - until the time to go away. Ah, they say, there's…

If I were a painter I would paint my reverie If that's the only way for you to be with me