stood on the bridge togetherAnd watched the river flowAnd

I've got every reason to be highI've got a place in

Waking up to yet another grey dayAnd I sayNothing ever seems

And the snow fliesOn a cold and grey Chicago mornA poor

It was on the trail of richesWe set off upon that

And from that momentI dreamed I could flyAnd from that mountain

To everything, turn, turn, turnThere is a season, turn, turn, turnAnd

"What do I do next?" said the bishop to the priest"I

Hear my voice and listen well, and a story I will

I cannot sleep tonight, I have you on my mindEven the

Is there anybody going to listen to my storyAll about the

Don't worry darlingThat's not forever in my eyesJust want to hold

The moon is on the bright sideBut we've thought of everythingSend

Underneath a silver moon, the ship is like a ghostShe's been

Tonight, I'll give you every bit of my heartGive you everything

Peace and understanding is the wisdom of her worldShe loves without

SomewhereA lonely girl lies weepingA lonely man tries sleepingBut he's getting

is a menaceWith his "Anyone for tennis?"And he'd beseech

Hello darling, this is the armyI've just got the time to

I got a confession to makeI can't get you out of