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Walking on velvet green. Scots pine growing. Isn't it rare to be taking the air, singing Walking on velvet green. Walking on velvet green. Distant cows lowing. Never a care, with your legs in the air, loving. Walking on velvet green. Won't you have my company, yes, take it in your...

Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing. Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing. Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing. Ooh, my, my, my. Ooh, my, my, my. West down to the station to look for her there; Looked through the crowds for a glimpse of her hair. Nothing to see but the crowds keep...

I remember when we had a lot of things to do, Impressed by all the words we read And the heroes that we knew. Climb on to a dream, a dream of our own making, To find a place that we could later lose To whatever time would bring. We were seventeen and the cakeman Was affecting you,...

Flying so high, trying to remember How many cigarettes did I bring along? When I get down, I'll jump in a taxi cab, Driving through London town to cry you a song. It's been a long time, still shaking my wings. Well, I'm a glad bird, I got chances to ring. Closing my dream inside its...

Watery eyes of the last sighing seconds, Blue reflections mute and dim Beckon tearful child of wonder to Repentance of the sin. And the blind and lusty lovers of the great Eternal lie Go on believing nothing, since something Has to die. And the ape's curiosity money power wins And...

Oh I feel sympathy. Be grateful, My Son for what you get. Expression and passion. Two days for watching the sunset. When I was your age, amusement, We made for ourselves. Permission to breathe sir? Don't talk like that: I'm your old man. They'll soon be demobbed, Son, so join up As...

So everybody's pulling you in all direction You don't know how much longer to take it So you've learned how to fake it The smile on the outside's fading fast Like the things that you thought for sure would last But they didn't, you know something's missing Is it your life you're not...

Everyday there's someone asking, What is there to do? Should I love or should I fight: Is it all the same to you? No, I say, I have the answer proven to Be true. But if I were to share it with you, You would stand to gain and I to lose. Oh I couldn't bear it so I've got nothing to say.

In days of peace: sweet smelling Summer nights Of wine and song, dusty pavements, Burning feet. Why am I crying? I want to know. How can I smile and make it right? For sixty days and eighty nights And not give in and lose the fight.