We would walk to the park on SundaysDown the road from

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

And the snow fliesOn a cold and grey Chicago mornA poor

I was awakened on a Christmas nightSomebody shaking me and shining

From candles burningShadows in the nightPeople praying for eternal lifeBut my

I can feel it in my blood, I can hear it

Well my furrows are filled with cornI have my woman to

It's a rainy night in ParisAnd the harbour lights are lowHe

Snow is falling, snow is falling on the groundIn the forest,

Maybe I didn't love youQuite as good as I should haveMaybe

Blonde hair, blue jeans, best thing I've ever seenShe looks great,

This silent world, we're living inNobody knows, nobody knows 'bout me

Suddenly loveComes in and finds me on open groundNowhere to hide,

Sometimes the man in me gets restlessI need to get away

My girl wakes in her bed of nightDressed in silver and

Day by day they drink and dreamOld men staring out to

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

Whatever the words that you hearSomehow the meaning is clearWe're all

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

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