They paved paradise And put up a parking lot With a pink hotel, a boutique and a swinging hot spot.

By the time we got to woodstock We were half a million strong And everywhere there was song and celebration. And I dreamed I saw the bombers Riding shotgun in …

Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got Till it's gone. They paved paradise, And put up a parking lot.

We are stardust, We are golden, And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden.

The extraordinary patience of things! This beautiful place defaced with a crop of suburban houses - How beautiful when we first beheld it, Unbroken field of po…

Sweet April-time - O cruel April-time! Year after year returning, with a brow Of promise, and red lips with longing paled, And backward-hidden hands that clutc…

The ancient owls' nest must have burned. Hastily, all alone, a glistening armadillo left the scene, rose-flecked, head down, tail down