eyes, they tell the truth of your affectionYour song is

try to run and I grow wearyI try to walk

For all we know we may never meet againBefore you go

1: Gregory of love on my shouldersI thought that

heaven, that's where you'll see me my loveNot on the

1: Gregory did we ever lose our minds?And fall

Want to be free, got be freeWant to be free, got

will be no love that's dying hereThe bird that

I am so rich in loveAnd so poor in everything that

is funny or it's sadOr it's quiet or it's

I just can't stop thinking about youAll day long I can't

Skylark...Have you anything to say to me?Can you tell me where

beautiful for spacious skiesFor amber waves of grainFor purple mountain

When you open the door, I'll be standing thereWith a heart

baby don't stand no cheatin', my babeOh, she don't

There are some things that are out of my controlLike the

at Christmas, men won't be boysPlaying with bombs like

takes you downTo her place near the riverYou can

and tan and young and lovelyThe girl from Ipanema goes

1: Gregory it's much too early in the gameAh,