JOHN DENVER lyrics - Rhymes And Reasons

When I'm Sixty-four

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(Lennon/McCartney) When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now. Will you still be sending me a valentine, Birthday greetings bottle of wine? If I'd been out till quarter to three, would you lock the door? Will you still need me, will you still feed me, When I'm sixty-four? You'll be older too. And it you say the word, I would stay with you. I could be handy, mending a fuse when your lights have gone. You can knit a sweater by the fireside Sunday mornings go for a ride. Doing the garden, digging the weeds, who could ask for more? Will you still need me, will you still feed me, When I'm sixty-four? Every summer we can rent a cottage, In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear. We shall scrimp and save. Grandchildren on your knee: Vera, Chuck & Dave. Send me a postcard, drop me a line, stating point of view Indicate precisely what you mean to say, yours sincerely, wasting away. Give me your answer, fill in a form, mine forevermore. Will you still need me, will you still feed me, When I'm sixty-four?

When I'm Sixty Four

THE BEATLES "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band"
When I get older losing my hair Many years from now Will you still be sending me a Valentine Birthday greetings, bottle of wine If I'd been out till quarter to three Would you lock the door Will you still need me, will you still feed me When I'm sixty-four You'll be older too And if you say the word I could stay with you I could be handy mending a fuse When your lights have gone You can knit a sweater by the fireside Sunday mornings go for a ride Doing the garden, digging the weeds Who could ask for more Will you still need me, will you still feed me When I'm sixty-four Every summer we can rent a cottage In the Isle of Wight if it's not too dear We shall scrimp and save (we shall scrimp and save) Grandchildren on your knee Vera, Chuck and Dave Send me a postcard, drop me a line Stating point of view Indicate precisely what you mean to say Yours sincerely wasting away Give me your answer, fill in a form Mine for everm

Have To Drive

AMANDA PALMER "Who Killed Amanda Palmer"
I have to drive I have my reasons, dear It's cold outside I hate the seasons here I suffer mornings most of all I feel so powerless and small By 10 o'clock I'm back in bed Fighting the jury in my head We learn to drive It's only natural, dear We drive all night We haven't slept in years We suffer mornings most of all We saw you lying in the road We tried to dig a decent grave But it's still no way to behave It is a delicate position Spin the bottle, pick the victim Catch a tiger, switch directions If he hollers, break his ankles to protect him We'll have to drive They're getting closer Just get inside It's almost over We will save your brothers We will save your cousins We will drive them Far away from streets and signs From all signs of mad mankind We suffer mornings most of all Wake up all bleary-eyed and sore Forgetting everything we saw [Whispered:] I'll meet you in an hour At the car

These White Lights Will Bend To Make Blue

AZURE RAY "Hold On Love"
Drive away Just get on the interstate And slip through this closing gate Pulled into this cheap hotel I called just to wish you well You said don't let love break you down Well just show me how and let me never be broken Tomorrow a new point of view These white lights will bend to make blue Now this can all look new to you Are you still living there Walking the streets with your hollow stare You say there's loneliness everywhere So we have nothing to loose The music plays all day long And sorrow looks beautiful And lovers seem mystical Tomorrow a new point of view These bright lights will bend to make blue Now this can all look new to you

Husband With No Courage In Him

LLOYD
HUSBAND WITH NO COURAGE IN HIM As I walked out one summer's day To view the fields and the lizards springing I saw two maidens standing by And one of them her hands was wringing And all of her conversation was My husband's got no courage in him, Oh dear, no oh dear, no, My husband's got no courage in him, oh dear, no All sorts of meat I do preserve All sorts of drink that's fitting for him Both oyster pies and rhubarb too But nothing will put courage in him It's seven years I've made his bed And six of them I've laid agin him And this morn I rose with my maidenhead Now that shows he's got no courage in him ___________ Can be heard on A. L. Lloyd The Foggy Dew and Paul Clayton Unholy Matrimony filename[ NOCOURAG SF ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===

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