And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know wo wo wo God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who
When you're weary, feeling small When tears are in your eyes I will dry them all I'm on your side Oh when times get rough And friends just can't be found
I'm sittin' in the railway station Got a ticket for my destination On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand And every stop is neatly
Slow down, you move too fast You got to make the morning last Just kicking down the cobble stones Looking for fun and feelin' groovy Ba, da, da, da, da
Someone told me It's all happening at the zoo I do believe it I do believe it's true It's a light and tumble journey From the east side to the park Just
A winter's day In a deep and dark December I am alone Gazing from my window To the streets below On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow I am a rock
Are you going to scarborough fair Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine Tell her to make
Old friends, old friends Sat on their park bench like bookends A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes of the high shoes Of the old
Here is my song for the asking Ask me and I will play So sweetly I'll make you smile This is my tune for the taking Take it, don't turn away I've been
So long, Frank Lloyd Wright I can't believe your song is gone so soon I barely learned the tune so soon, so soon I'll remember Frank Lloyd Wright All
I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told I've squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles Such are promises All lies and jest Still
What a dream I had Pressed in organdy Clothed in crinoline Of smoky burgundy Softer than the rain I wandered empty streets down Past the shop displays
Why don't you write me, I'm out in the jungle I'm hungry to hear you? Send me a card, I am waiting so hard To be near you Why don't you write? Something
In a vine covered shack in the mountains Bravely fighting the battle of time Is a dear one who's weathered my sorrows 'Tis that silver haired daddy of
"Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together" "I've got some real estate here in my bag" So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies
Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that
I am a citizen of the planet I was born here I'm going to die here Come what may I am entitled by my birth To the treasures of the earth No one must be
I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song I'm twenty-two now but I won't be for long Time hurries on And the leaves that are green turned to brown
