Bobby Darin

Memories/Nostalgia

Inspirational

Blues

Rock

1970

There's a baker up the river trying to buy some bread
And the farmer on his mountain keepin' time in bed
Catch a rabbit at the station
Watch it count her toes
While the backhoe's in the garden
Only heaven knows

Bend your knees
Shoot your eyes
And hit on me

Cross your t's
Dot your i's
But stay in g

You know that Smiley flies his sister 'cross the burning sands
Then Harvey leaves the world in some old madman's hands
Peanut butter taken any other way
He's bound to keep the reefer busy every day

Bend your knees
Shoot your eyes
And hit on me

Cross your t's
Dot your i's
But stay in g

You know his father is the preacher who can cure the cold
He pours it from a bottle 'til it turns to mold
Then he holds it to the light so he can see it shine
The number in the corner of the picture's mine

Bend your knees
Shoot your eyes
And hit on me

Cross your t's
Dot your i's
But stay in g


Oh keep your lawn in order and you won't be checked
You can take another border 'til the grass is wet
Read it in the "Journal" so you know it's true
The people at the corner look like me and you

Bend your knees
Shoot your eyes
And hit on me

Oh...cross your t's
Dot your i's
And stay in g

Cross your t's
Dot your i's
But stay in g

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Dave Lewis

Memories/Nostalgia

Rock

Pop

1970

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Don Black

Hank Marvin

John Farrar

Names

Sadness

Memories/Nostalgia

Time

Pop

1978

I heard that you're on your own now
So am I
I'm living alone now
I was wrong
So were you
What will you do?
Are you glad to be free?
Are you feeling lost just like me?
Longing for company

Oh Sam, Sam, you know where I am
Come around and talk awhile
I need your smile
You need a shoulder
Oh Sam, Sam, you know where I am
And the door is open wide
Come on inside
Longing to see you
Oh Sam, Sam, you know where I am

I find the days hard to face now
Empty rooms
There's much too much space now
And the nights go so slow
I'm sure you know
Wish I knew what to do
It would be so nice seeing you
And it might help you too

Oh Sam, Sam, you know where I am
Come around and talk awhile
I need your smile
You need a shoulder
Oh Sam, Sam, you know where I am
And the door is open wide
Come on inside
Longing to see you
Oh Sam, Sam, you know where I am

Oh Sam, you know where I am
Oh Sam, ooh Sam
You know, you know
You know where I am

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Bobby Darin

Memories/Nostalgia

Places

Pop

Folk

1969

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Alex Lifeson

Geddy Lee

Neil Peart

Body

Memories/Nostalgia

Weather

Country/Nature

Places

Rock

1989

I've stood upon my mountaintop
And shouted at the sky
Walked above the pavement
With my senses amplified
I get this feeling

All my nerves are naked wires
Tender to the touch
Sometimes super sensitive
But who can care too much?
I get this feeling

Scars of pleasure
Scars of pain
Atmospheric changes
Make them sensitive again
Scars of pleasure
Scars of pain
Atmospheric changes
Make them sensitive again

Each emotional injury
Leaves behind its mark
Sometimes they come tumbling out
Like shadows in the dark
I get this feeling

When I think about all I have seen
And all I'll never see
When I think about the people
Who have opened up to me
I get this feeling

Scars of pleasure
Scars of pain
Atmospheric changes
Make them sensitive again
Scars of pleasure
Scars of pain
Atmospheric changes
Make them sensitive again

Snow falls deep around my house
And holds the winter light
I've heard the lions hunting
In the Serengeti night
I get this feeling

Forests turned to factories
And river, sea, and sky
Hungry child in the desert
And the flies that cloud her eyes
I get this feeling

Scars of pleasure
Scars of pain
Atmospheric changes
Make them sensitive again
Scars of pleasure
Scars of pain
Atmospheric changes
Make them sensitive again

Scars of pleasure
Scars of pain
Atmospheric changes
Make them sensitive again
Scars of pleasure
Scars of pain
Atmospheric changes
Make them sensitive again

Pleasure leaves a fingerprint
As surely as mortal pain
In memories they resonate
And echo back again

Scars of pleasure
Scars of pain
Atmospheric changes
Make them sensitive again
Scars of pleasure
Scars of pain
Atmospheric changes
Make them sensitive again

Scars of pleasure
Scars of pain
Atmospheric changes
Make them sensitive again

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Jerry Leiber

Mike Stoller

Memories/Nostalgia

Love

Country/Nature

Rock 'n' Roll

1962

[Original]

(Gonna find her)
(Gonna find her)
(Gonna find her)
(Gonna find her)

Yeah, I've been searchin'
A-a searchin'
Oh, yeah, searchin' every which a-way
Yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, searchin'
I'm searchin'
Searchin' every which a-way
Yeah, yeah
But I'm like the Northwest Mounties
You know I'll bring her in someday
(Gonna find her)
(Gonna find her)

Well now if I have to swim a river,
You know I will,
And if I have to climb a mountain,
You know I will
And if she's hiding up on a blueberry hill,
Am I gonna find her, child,
You know I will

Cause I've been searching, oh yeah, searching,
My goodness, searching every which a-way
Yeah, Yeah
But I'm like the Northwest Mounties,
You know I'll bring her in some day
(Gonna find her)
(Gonna find her)

Well Sherlock Holmes, Sam Spade got nothing, child, on me
Sergeant Friday, Charlie Chan, and Boston Blackie
No matter where she's hiding, she's gonna hear me comin'
Cause I'm gonna walk right down that street,
Like Bulldog Drummond

Cause I've been searching,
Oh Lord, searching, mm child, searching every which a-way
Yeah, Yeah
But I'm like the Northwest Mounties,
You know I'll bring her in some day
(Gonna find her)
(Gonna find her)

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Autry Inman

Memories/Nostalgia

Love

Sadness

Places

Rock 'n' Roll

Country and Western

1969

I walked up to the desk and asked the man about a room
I asked about the bridal sweet, I told him I'm the groom
Then I took the elevator to the floor I was assigned
I fumbled with the key the way I did that other time
Inside I thought of all the things that started in this room
But I'm alone on our second honeymoon

I hear the happy people laughing in the street below
But the loneliness I feel tonight I hope you never know
The life that was a happy song has ended much too soon
I'm alone on our second honeymoon

I look around the room and see you standing everywhere
The fragrance from your bridle flowers seem to fill the air
The blushing bride that gave me such a free and eager kiss
Two loving arms around me, as you offered wedded bliss
We said that we'd return to live it over in this room
But I'm alone on our second honeymoon
(Alone on our second honeymoon)

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Johnny Cash

Memories/Nostalgia

Time

Country and Western

1968

After seven years behind these bars together
I'll miss you more than a brother when you go, when you go
If only I had not try to escape
That partin' me with you I know, yes I know

Won't you tell the folks back home I'll soon be coming
And don't let them know I never will be free, be free
Sometimes write and tell me how they're doing
And send a picture of mother back to me
Say hello to dad and shake his poor hard working hand
And send a picture of mother if you can

I'm happy for you that you've got your freedom
But stay with me just another minute or so, or so
After all this sweat and blood together
Who'll be my fightin' partner when you go, when you go

The hardest time will be on Sunday morning
Church bells will ring on Heaven Hill, Heaven Hill
Please ask Reverend Garrett to pray for me
And send a picture of mother if you will
Say hello to dad and shake his poor hard working hand
And send a picture of mother if you can

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Al Dubin

Harry Warren

Memories/Nostalgia

Love

Weather

Time

Vintage

1937

The leaves of brown came tumbling down
Remember, in September, in the rain

The sun went out just like a dying amber
That September in the rain

To every word of love I heard you whisper
The raindrops seemed to play our sweet refrain

Though spring is here, to me it's still September
That September in the rain

To every word of love I heard you whisper
The raindrops seemed to play our sweet refrain

Though spring is here, to me it's still September
That September
In the rain

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Al Dubin

Harry Warren

Memories/Nostalgia

Love

Weather

Time

Jazz

Pop

2010

The leaves of brown came tumbling down
Remember, in September, in the rain

The sun went out just like a dying amber
That September in the rain

To every word of love I heard you whisper
The raindrops seemed to play our sweet refrain

Though spring is here, to me it's still September
That September in the rain

To every word of love I heard you whisper
The raindrops seemed to play our sweet refrain

Though spring is here, to me it's still September
That September
In the rain

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Arthur Lee

Memories/Nostalgia

Baby/Children

Body

Food and Drink

Numbers

Rock

2004

When I was a boy I thought about the times I'd be a man
I'd sit inside a bottle and pretend that I was in a jam
In my lonely room I'd sit my mind in an ice cream cone
You can throw me if you wanna 'cause I'm a bone and I go
Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah!
If I don't start cryin' it's because that I have got no eyes
My father's in the fireplace and my dog lies hypnotized
Through a crack of light I was unable to find my way
Trapped inside a night but I'm a day and I go
Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah!
One... Two... Three... Four!

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Arthur Lee

Baby/Children

Body

Food and Drink

Memories/Nostalgia

Numbers

Rock

1993

When I was a boy I thought about the times I'd be a man
I'd sit inside a bottle and pretend that I was in a jam
In my lonely room I'd sit my mind in an ice cream cone
You can throw me if you wanna 'cause I'm a bone and I go
Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah!
If I don't start cryin' it's because that I have got no eyes
My father's in the fireplace and my dog lies hypnotized
Through a crack of light I was unable to find my way
Trapped inside a night but I'm a day and I go
Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah!
One... Two... Three... Four!

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Arthur Lee

Baby/Children

Body

Food and Drink

Memories/Nostalgia

Numbers

Rock

1990

When I was a boy I thought about the times I'd be a man
I'd sit inside a bottle and pretend that I was in a jam
In my lonely room I'd sit my mind in an ice cream cone
You can throw me if you wanna 'cause I'm a bone and I go
Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah!
If I don't start cryin' it's because that I have got no eyes
My father's in the fireplace and my dog lies hypnotized
Through a crack of light I was unable to find my way
Trapped inside a night but I'm a day and I go
Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah!
One... Two... Three... Four!

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Arthur Lee

Baby/Children

Body

Food and Drink

Memories/Nostalgia

Numbers

Rock

2009

When I was a boy I thought about the times I'd be a man
I'd sit inside a bottle and pretend that I was in a jam
In my lonely room I'd sit my mind in an ice cream cone
You can throw me if you wanna 'cause I'm a bone and I go
Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah!
If I don't start cryin' it's because that I have got no eyes
My father's in the fireplace and my dog lies hypnotized
Through a crack of light I was unable to find my way
Trapped inside a night but I'm a day and I go
Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah!
One... Two... Three... Four!

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Dave Lewis

Memories/Nostalgia

Weather

Colours

Rock

Pop

1969

I used to play the game
That stayed the same
When grey was grey
Every day
I used to sleep alone
In a place called home
I used to own a car

Then I went away
One sunny day
Now I see blue
Instead of grey
And I think of things
In a better way
Cos grey is not grey

I have many friends
Who are proud to spend
Their days with me
And we sing life's song
Under the morning sun
Grey's never grey

And I play the game
As best I can
Where every man equals any man
And I think of things
In a better way
Cos grey's not grey

Ah ah ah ah ( guitar)

I used to play the game
That stayed the same
When grey was grey
Every day
I used to sleep alone
In a place called home
I used to own a car

Then I went away
One sunny day
Now I see blue
Instead of grey

And I live my life in a better way
Cos grey's not grey

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Mort Shuman

Baby/Children

Body

Memories/Nostalgia

Rock

Pop

1966

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Alex Lifeson

Geddy Lee

Neil Peart

Memories/Nostalgia

Places

Time

Rock

1989

How many times do you hear it?
It goes on all day long
Everyone knows everything
And no one's ever wrong
Until later

Who can you believe?
It's hard to play it safe
But apart from a few good friends
We don't take anything on faith
Until later

Show(show), don't tell (don't tell)

(Show me, don't tell me)
You've figured out the score
(Show me, don't tell me)
I've heard it all before
(Show me, don't tell me)
I don't care what you say
(Show me, don't tell me)

You can twist perceptions
Reality won't budge
You can raise objections
I will be the judge
And the jury

I'll give it due reflection
Watching from the fence
Give the jury direction
Based on the evidence
I the jury

Show(show), don't tell (don't tell)

(Show me, don't tell me)
Hey order in the court
(Show me, don't tell me)
Let's try to keep it short
(Show me, don't tell me)
Enough of your demands
(Show me, don't tell me)
Witness take the stand
(Show me, don't tell me)

Show(show), don't tell (don't tell)
Show(show), don't tell (don't tell)

(Show me, don't tell me)
Hey, order in the court
(Show me, don't tell me)
Let's try to keep it short
(Show me, don't tell me)
I don't care what you say
(Show me, don't tell me)
Let's see exhibit A
(Show me, don't tell me)
You've figured out the score
(Show me, don't tell me)
I've heard it all before
(Show me, don't tell me)
Enough of your demands
(Show me, don't tell me)
Witness take the stand
(Show me, don't tell me)
Hey, order in the court
(Show me, don't tell me)
Let's try to keep it short
(Show me, don't tell me)
I don't care what you say
(Show me, don't tell me)
Let's see exhibit A
[to fade]

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Ernesto Lecuona

Theodora Morse

Dreams

Love

Body

Names

Memories/Nostalgia

Country/Nature

Places

Latin

Easy Listening

Vintage

1937

Siboney yo te quiero
yo me muero por tu amor
Siboney, I love you. I die for your love

Siboney al arrullo
de la palma pienso en ti
Siboney, before I sleep, I think of you

Ven a mi
que te quiero
y de todo tesoro
eres tu para mi
Come to me, because I love you. I will give you all my treasures. You are made for me

Siboney al arrullo
de la palma pienso en ti
Siboney, before I sleep, I think of you

Siboney de mi sueño
si no oyes la queja de mi voz
Siboney, of my dreams, if you don't hear my voice's complaint...

Siboney si no vienes
me moriré de amor
Siboney, if you don't come, I will die of love

Siboney de mis sueños
te espero con ansias en mi caney
Siboney of my dreams, I hope for you with yearning

Siboney si no vienes
me moriré de amor
Siboney, if you don't come, I will die of love

Oye el eco de mi canto de cristal
Listen to my song's echo from the crystal

Siboney de mis sueños
te espero con ansias en mi caney
Siboney of my dreams, I hope for you with yearning

Siboney, si no vienes
me moriré de amor
Siboney, if you don't come, I will die of love

Oye el eco de mi canto de cristal
Listen to my song's echo from the crystal

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Ernesto Lecuona

Theodora Morse

Body

Names

Memories/Nostalgia

Dreams

Love

Country/Nature

Places

Latin

Pop

Easy Listening

1975

Siboney yo te quiero
yo me muero por tu amor
Siboney, I love you. I die for your love

Siboney al arrullo
de la palma pienso en ti
Siboney, before I sleep, I think of you

Ven a mi
que te quiero
y de todo tesoro
eres tu para mi
Come to me, because I love you. I will give you all my treasures. You are made for me

Siboney al arrullo
de la palma pienso en ti
Siboney, before I sleep, I think of you

Siboney de mi sueño
si no oyes la queja de mi voz
Siboney, of my dreams, if you don't hear my voice's complaint...

Siboney si no vienes
me moriré de amor
Siboney, if you don't come, I will die of love

Siboney de mis sueños
te espero con ansias en mi caney
Siboney of my dreams, I hope for you with yearning

Siboney si no vienes
me moriré de amor
Siboney, if you don't come, I will die of love

Oye el eco de mi canto de cristal
Listen to my song's echo from the crystal

Siboney de mis sueños
te espero con ansias en mi caney
Siboney of my dreams, I hope for you with yearning

Siboney, si no vienes
me moriré de amor
Siboney, if you don't come, I will die of love

Oye el eco de mi canto de cristal
Listen to my song's echo from the crystal

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Dolly Parton

Baby/Children

Memories/Nostalgia

Clothing/Apparel

Country and Western

1969

In silver sandals she goes walking up those golden stairs
And though we miss her so we know she's happy to be there

She walks with us in memory we see her all the time
In silver sandals walking through our minds

So many times we let our thoughts turn back to yesterday
To a little girl that could only watch the children as they played
She walks with us in memories we see her all the time
In silver sandals walking through our minds

The grave in which she sleeps is cold, but our thoughts of her are warm
And we cry as we both long to hold her in our arms
Each night in dreams we see her running to us smiling sweet
With silver sandals on her little feet

In silver sandals she goes walking up those golden stairs
And though we miss her so we know she's happy to be there

She walks with us in memory we see her all the time
In silver sandals walking through our minds

(She had asked for sandals from the time that she could talk
And it would break our hearts when she'd ask us why she couldn't walk
She'd say when I go to heaven, can I change my crutches then
For a pair of silver sandals at the rainbow's end)

In silver sandals she goes walking up those golden stairs
And though we miss her so we know she's happy to be there

She walks with us in memory we see her all the time
In silver sandals walking through our minds
In silver sandals walkin' through our minds

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Johnny Cash

Memories/Nostalgia

Country/Nature

Animals

Country and Western

1960

[Spoken:]
Ride this train to any little trail in the West
You may find me riding alone late at night
My poor old horse don't understand why I ride at night and sleep in the daytime
Or why we ride in the bushes and hide every time I hear a noise
Well that's all I've done for months now running and hiding

You see my name is John Wesley Hardin
No I'm not proud of the name anymore
They say I've killed forty men
They tell a lot of different stories about me
Of course I guess I'm to blame for a lot of it
I killed the first time when I was fifteen to save my life, but then I had to do it again
Then every bum in the country that was fast with the gun started lookin' for me
They called me the fastest gun alive and I guess I was fast or I wouldn't be alive now

I got to where I couldn't walk down a street or in a saloon
Without some trigger-happy cowpoke
Wantin' to prove he could outdraw old John Wesley Hardin
Maybe I got a little bitter and didn't care whether I killed or not for a while
And I never quite forgot when the authorities in Huntsville prison
Dragged me up in the snow naked and horsewhipped me
Well that's why I'm ridin' at night
I want to go where no one has ever seen me
Where I won't even have to wear a gun
Maybe I can settle down in a quiet little town somewhere
Even get a job on the right side of the law, who knows
Maybe in a new town people will let me forget

[Song:]
I ride an old paint, he's on the weary side
And I'm a saddle tramp about to cross the great divide
Where there's grass in the coolies and water in the drawl
And a forty pound saddle won't make us both raw

Slow rider, slow rider, move on a little more
The sky boss is waitin' at the big ranch house door

I can't help but missin' the daughters that I had
One went to Denver the other went bad
My young wife died in a poolroom fight
But I try to keep singin' from mornin' till night

Slow rider, slow rider, move on a little more
The sky boss is waitin' at the big ranch house door

Whenever I die, take my saddle from the wall
Strap it on Snuffy, lead him out of the stall
Throw me on his back and turn him toward the west
He knows how to take me to the spot I love best

Slow rider, slow rider, move on a little more
The sky boss is waitin' at the big ranch house door

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Dolly Parton

Country/Nature

Memories/Nostalgia

Country and Western

1994

You ought to go north somebody told us
Cause the air is filled with gold dust
And fortune falls like snow flakes in your hands
Now I don't recall who said it
But we'd lived so long on credit
And so we headed out to find our promised land

Just poor Smoky Mountains farm folk
With nothing more than high hopes
So we hitched our station wagon to a star
But our dreams all fell in on us
Cause there was no land of promise
Though it's a stuggle just keepin' sight of who you are

Oh and these northern nights are dreary
And my southern heart is weary
As I wonder how the old folks are back home
But I know that they all love me
And they're all thinking of me
The Smoky Mountains memories keep me strong

You know I've been thinkin' a whole lot lately
About what's been and what awaits me
It takes all I've got to give what life demands
You go insane if you give in to it
Life's a mill and I've been through it
I'm just thankful I'm creative with my hands

Oh and these northern nights they're dreary
And my southern eyes are teary
As I wonder how the old folks are back home
But I'll keep leanin' on my Jesus
He'll love and guide and lead us
The Smoky Mountains memories keep me strong

If I'll keep looking to the father
Keep our heads above the water
While the Smoky Mountains memories keep me strong

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Marshall Pack

Baby/Children

Body

Memories/Nostalgia

Weather

Country and Western

1959

The years have been many, the years have been long
But at last I'm returning to daddy and home
He's looking my way though he hardly can see
God bless my old daddy, he recognised me

There's snow in his hair and I helped put it there
A halo of worry and care
As my daddy grows old, he's more precious than gold
For I cherish the snow in his hair

His shoulders were bent with the weight of the years
I scarcely could hold back the flood tide of tears
He walked with a cane as he hurried along
Comin' to meet me to welcome me home

There's snow in his hair and I helped put it there
A halo of worry and care
As my daddy grows old, he's more precious than gold
For I cherish the snow in his hair

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Ray Davies

Body

Memories/Nostalgia

Dreams

Rock

Pop

1969

Some mother's son lies in a field
Someone has killed some mother's son today
Head blown up by some soldier's gun
While all the mothers stand and wait
Some mother's son ain't coming home today
Some mother's son ain't got no grave

Two soldiers fighting in a trench
One soldier glances up to see the sun
And dreams of games he played when he was young
And then his friend calls out his name
It stops his dream and as he turns his head
A second later he is dead

Some mother's son lies in a field
Back home they put his picture in a frame
But all dead soldiers look the same
While all the parents stand and wait
To meet their children coming home from school
Some mother's son is lying dead

Somewhere someone is crying
Someone is trying to be so brave
But still the world keeps turning
Though all the children have gone away

Some mother's son lies in a field
But in his mother's eyes he looks the same
As on the day he went away

They put his picture on the wall
They put flowers in the picture frame
Some mother's memory remains

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Luiz Bonfa

Walter Andre E De Backer

Memories/Nostalgia

Love

Pop

2011

Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it\'s an ache I still remember

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I\'ll admit that I was glad it was over

But you didn\'t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don\'t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and I feel so rough
No you didn\'t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don\'t need that though
Now you\'re just somebody that I used to know

Now you\'re just somebody that I used to know
Now you\'re just somebody that I used to know

[Kimbra:]
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
Part of me believing it was always something that I\'d done
But I don\'t wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn\'t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know

[Gotye:]
But you didn\'t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don\'t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and I feel so rough
And you didn\'t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don\'t need that though
Now you\'re just somebody that I used to know

[x2]
Somebody
(I used to know)
Somebody
(Now you\'re just somebody that I used to know)

(I used to know)
(That I used to know)
(I used to know)
Somebody

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Dolly Parton

Memories/Nostalgia

Love

Country and Western

Pop

2011

Somebody's missing you
Longs to be kissing you
You'd better listen
You mean all the world to me
You're on somebody's mind
Just almost all the time
Bet you already knew
Somebody's missing you
The days go slowly by
When I'm away from you
I long to see your smile
And feel the warmth of you
I've loved you for so long
But still we feel brand new
At home inside your arms
Somebody's missing you

Somebody's missing you
Longs to be kissing you
You'd better listen
You mean all the world to me
You're on somebody's mind
Just almost all the time
I hope you miss me too
Somebody's missing you

Last thought before I sleep
First thought when I awake
You're even in my dreams
And I can hardly wait
To hear your voice again
Saying all the things you do
In case you're wondering
Somebody's missing you

Somebody's missing you
Longs to be kissing you
You'd better listen
You mean all the world to me
You're on somebody's mind
Just almost all the time
I know you know I do
Somebody's missing you

In case you're wondering
Somebody's missing you
Really, really, really, really missing you

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Eric Woolfson

Memories/Nostalgia

Love

Sadness

Showtunes

Easy Listening

2003

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Eric Blau

Gerard Jouannest

Jacques Brel

Mort Shuman

Baby/Children

Memories/Nostalgia

Jazz

Pop

1969

Sons of the thief, sons of the saint
Who is the child with no complaint
Sons of the great or sons unknown
All were children like your own
The same sweet smiles, the same sad tears
The cries at night, the nightmare fears
Sons of the great or sons unknown
All were children like your own

So long ago
Long, long, ago

But sons of tycoons or sons of the farms
All of the children ran from your arms
Through fields of gold, through fields of ruin
All of the children vanished too soon
In towering waves, in walls of flesh
Among dying birds trembling with death
Sons of tycoons or sons of the farms
All of the children ran from your arms

So long ago
Long, long, ago

And sons of your sons or sons passing by
Children we lost in lullabies
Sons of true love or sons of regret
All of the sons you cannot forget
Some built the roads, some row the boats
Some go to war, some never come home
Sons of your sons or sons passing by
Children we lost in lullabies

So long ago
Long, long, ago

Sons of the thief, sons of the saint
Who is the child with no complaint
Sons of the great or sons unknown
All were children like your own
The same sweet smiles, the same sad tears
The cries at night, the nightmare fears
Sons of the great or sons unknown
All were children like your own

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Doc Pomus

Mort Shuman

Memories/Nostalgia

Love

Places

Jazz

1961

She was standing there before me
With the stars shining above her
I took one look in her dark eyes
Ahh and I knew I would love her

Told her I would love her forever
That I'd never leave no never
Then she gave me her heart
Souvenir of Mexico

When I kissed her, I was shaking
Such a kissed I've never tasted
Thought I've kissed many before her
All my kisses they were wasted

I've never felt the perfection
Never knew such sweet affection
Kisses straight from the heart
Souvenir of Mexico

Tropical night, with the moon shining bright, holding her, in my arms
Ahh the soft summer breeze, sing a song through the trees and the palms, yeah
Ahh, the next morning, we went walking, hmm, through the hills where I first met her

With a tear in her eye she told me, boy it's best for you, it's best for you to forget it
Cause she made a vow to her mother
A vow that she would wed another
Now I'm left with a broken heart
Souvenir of Mexico

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Don Robertson

Body

Memories/Nostalgia

Time

Sadness

Country and Western

Pop

Easy Listening

1961

Starting today
I'm teaching my heart
Not to ache anymore
Just 'cause we're apart

No more will I dream
Of your sweet loving ways
Gonna learn to forget you
Starting today

And when memories haunt me
And the tears starts to flow
I'll just think of the sorrow
You caused me to know

No more for the past
To return will I pray
Gonna live for tomorrow
Starting today
Starting today.

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Bill Anderson

Body

Memories/Nostalgia

Love

Time

Easy Listening

1963

Still) though you broke my heart
(Still) though we're far apart
I love you still
(Still) after all this time
(Still) you're still on my mind
I love you still

I've lost count of the hours
and I've lost track of the days
In fact, I've lost just about everything
Since you went away
Everything, that is, except the memories you left me
And that's one thing that no one can mar

I don't know who you're with
I don't even know where you've gone
My only hope is that some day you might hear this song
And you'll know that I wrote it especially for you
And I love you, wherever you are

(Still) after all this time
(Still) you're still on my mind
I love you still

This flame in my heart is like an eternal fire
For every day it burns hotter
And every day it burns higher
And I haven't been able to put out one little flicker
Not even with all of these tears

My friends think I'm crazy and maybe I am
But I'll carry this torch just as long as I can
for some day, you might just decide to come home
and I want you to know
I'm still here

(Still) though you broke my heart
(Still) though we're far apart
I love you still

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Aaron Gilbert

Alex Payne

Joel Pott

Memories/Nostalgia

Love

Time

Dance

2011

A single tear from heaven
Drowned in a sea of love
I couldn't say for certain
If it ever felt a human touch

It's like we waited all night for nothing
But then the sun begins to burst
We didn't stay up all night for nothing

Forgive me if my heart's not in it
Maybe in another life
We can push love past limits
and blow our minds

Just stopped time for a minute
Look beyond the alphabet
'Cos there's no word for the feeling
Can never forget

A single tear from heaven
Disappeared way too fast
You and I kept spinning
Like a restless hourglass

It's like we waited all night for nothing
But then the sun begins to burst
We didn't stay up all night for nothing

Forgive me if my heart's not in it
Maybe in another life
We can push love past limits
and blow our minds

Just stopped time for a minute
Look beyond the alphabet
'Cos there's no word for the feeling
Can never forget

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Dave Lewis

Memories/Nostalgia

Rock

1969

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Jerry Bock

Sheldon Harnick

Baby/Children

Memories/Nostalgia

Happiness

Weather

Country/Nature

Jazz

Showtunes

Instrumental

1991

(Tevye)
Is this the little girl I carried?
Is this the little boy at play?

(Golde)
I don't remember growing older
When did they?

(Tevye)
When did she get to be a beauty?
When did he grow to be so tall?

(Golde)
Wasn't it yesterday
When they were small?

(Men)
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze

(Women)
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears

(Tevye)
What words of wisdom can I give them?
How can I help to ease their way?

(Golde)
Now they must learn from one another
Day by day

(Perchik)
They look so natural together

(Hodel)
Just like two newlyweds should be

(Perchik & Hodel)
Is there a canopy in store for me?

(All)
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears

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Johnny Cash

Names

Memories/Nostalgia

Country/Nature

Places

Country and Western

1965

[Spoken:]
You know women had it tough too movin' West
The broad prairies, the thirst, the hunger, there were just about too much to believe
Especially for for a young lady born and bred back East
Yet with all the troubles and the seemingly endless miles
Across the great wastes, the plains and the deserts
Someone saw fit to throw a little human interest, a little humor
On a long hard almost unbelievable trip
Made by two young lovers sweet Betsy and Ike from Pike County, Missouri

[Song:]
Now don't you remember sweet Betsy from Pike
Who crossed the big mountains with her lover Ike
Two yoke of oxen, a big yeller dog, a tall Shanghai rooster and one spotted hog
One evenin' quite early they camped on the plat
Down by the road on a green, shady flat
Where Betsy got tired and lay down to repose
And Ike he just gazed on his Pike County rose

Well they soon reached the desert where Betsy gave out
Down in the sand she lay rollin' about
While Ike in great tears looked on in surprise
Said Betsy get up, you'll get sand in your eyes

Well the Shanghai ran off and the cattle all died
The last piece of bacon that mornin' was fried
Ike he got discouraged and Betsy got mad
The dog wagged his tail and looked wonderfully sad

Well a miner said Betsy will you dance with me
I will now ol' Hoss if you don't make too free
But don't dance me hard do you want to know why
Doggone you I'm chocked full of strong alkali

Ike and sweet Betsy got married of course
But Ike gettin' jealous obtained a divorce
Betsy well satisfied said with a shout
Goodbye you big lummox I'm glad you backed out

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Ervin T. Rouse

Lois Mann

Moon Mullican

Memories/Nostalgia

Sadness

Country and Western

1988

Yes as far as I can remember she'll remain the rose of my heart
Mom took sick along in December, February brought us broken heart

The reason we've not called the family reunion, we knew that you wouldn't be there
Now we've thought it all over mama, we know that your spirit is there

No, no I can't forget the hours
You're the dearest one mom and sweeter than the flowers
No, no there's no need to bother, because without you now would only hurt father
No, no mama we'll never forget you and someday we'll meet you up there

We all gathered round, I stared at their faces
All heads were bowed down, mighty low
There was one time mama, we all had to face it
It hurt us so bad you know

No, no I can't forget the hours
You're the dearest one mom and sweeter than the flowers
No, no there's no need to bother, because without you now would only hurt father
No, no mama we'll never forget you and someday we'll meet you up there

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Aaron Gilbert

Alex Payne

Memories/Nostalgia

Love

Dance

Pop

2009

I had it too strong
I made it too fast
Never grew old
I'm talking 'bout love

Where can it be
I'm talking 'bout love
Don't know why
I'm talking 'bout love

I'm talking 'bout love
I'm talking 'bout love
I'm talking 'bout love

Seems like you have deserted me
I can't find one good reason to come back
Come back to you

Ooh

It broke my heart
And slammed my face
Made me do bad
I'm talking 'bout love

Where can it be
I'm talking 'bout love
Don't know why
I'm talking 'bout love

I'm talking 'bout love
I'm talking 'bout love
I'm talking 'bout love

Seems like you have deserted me
I can't find one good reason to come back
Come back to you

Seems like you have deserted me
I can't find one good reason to come back
Come back to you

Ooh

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Geddy Lee

Body

Memories/Nostalgia

Sadness

Rock

1976

All of the seasons and all of the days
All of the reasons why I've felt this way
So long
So long

Then lost in that feeling I looked in your eyes
I noticed emotion and that you had cried
For me
I can see

What would touch me deeper
Tears that fall from eyes that only cry?
Would it touch you deeper
Than tears that fall from eyes that know why?

A lifetime of questions, tears on your cheek
I tasted the answers and my body was weak
For you
The truth

What would touch me deeper
Tears that fall from eyes that only cry?
Would it touch you deeper
Than tears that fall from eyes that know why?

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Johnny Cash

Memories/Nostalgia

Animals

Blues

Country and Western

1963

You take this hammer, take it to the Capt
Hey take this hammer, take it to the Capt
Take this hammer, take it to the Capt
You can tell him I'm gone, tell him I'm gone

Cause I ain't gonna take, no more kicks and whippings
No I ain't gonna take, no kicks and whipping
I ain't gonna take no more, no more of his kicks and his whippings
You can tell him I'm gone, gone, gone, you can tell him I'm gone

Captain called me, a hard headed devil
Well the Captain called me, a hard headed devil
Well the Captain called me, you're a hard headed devil
And that ain't my name, that ain't my name

Well the Captain got a big gun, bout a 99 calibre
Woah! Captain got a big gun, bout a 99 calibre
Well the Captain got a big gun, bout a 99 calibre
He gonna shoot me down if he ever catches me, gonna shoot me down

But you can tell him that I went, where the grey goose goes
Tell him that I'm gone, where the grey goose goes
Tell him I'm gone, where the grey goose goes
Tell him I'm gone, but tell him I'm gone, just tell him I'm gone

Take this hammer, take it to the Capt
Take this hammer, take it to the Capt
Take this hammer, take it to the Capt

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Johnny Cash

Baby/Children

Places

Memories/Nostalgia

Country and Western

1961

In a little cabaret
In a South Texas border town
Sat a boy and his guitar
And the people came from miles around

And all the girls, from there to Austin
Were slippin' away from home and puttin jewellry in hock
To take the trip, to go and listen
To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box
And he would play

Well, he couldn't ride or wrangle
And he never cared to make a dime
But give him his guitar
And he'd be happy all the time

And all the girls, from nine to ninety
Were snapping fingers, tapping toes and begging him, "Don't stop."
And hypnotized and fascinated
By the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box
And he would play

Then one day he was gone
And no one ever saw him 'round
He vanished like the breeze
They forgot him in the little town

But all the girls still dreamed about him
And hung around the cabaret until the doors were locked
And then one day on the Hit Parade
Was a little dark-haired boy who played a Tennessee flat top box
And he would play

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Johnny Cash

Baby/Children

Places

Memories/Nostalgia

Country and Western

1988

In a little cabaret
In a South Texas border town
Sat a boy and his guitar
And the people came from miles around

And all the girls, from there to Austin
Were slippin' away from home and puttin jewellry in hock
To take the trip, to go and listen
To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box
And he would play

Well, he couldn't ride or wrangle
And he never cared to make a dime
But give him his guitar
And he'd be happy all the time

And all the girls, from nine to ninety
Were snapping fingers, tapping toes and begging him, "Don't stop."
And hypnotized and fascinated
By the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box
And he would play

Then one day he was gone
And no one ever saw him 'round
He vanished like the breeze
They forgot him in the little town

But all the girls still dreamed about him
And hung around the cabaret until the doors were locked
And then one day on the Hit Parade
Was a little dark-haired boy who played a Tennessee flat top box
And he would play

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Lynn Ripley

Names

Memories/Nostalgia

Love

Sadness

Rock

Pop

2010

Terry, Terry

He said to me he wanted to be near to me
He said he never wanted to be out of my sight
But it's too late to give this boy my love tonight
Please wait at the gate of heaven for me, Terry

He said to me he wanted to be close by my side
We had a quarrel, I was untrue on the night he died
And it's too late to tell this boy how he great was
Please wait at the gate of heaven for me, Terry

He rode into the night, accelerated his motorbike
I cried to him in fright, don't do it, don't do it, don't do it

He said to me you are the one I want to be with
He said to me you are the one who my love I shall give
One day he'll know how hard I prayed for him to live
Please wait at the gate of heaven for me, Terry

He rode into the night, accelerated his motorbike
I cried to him in fright, don't do it, don't do it, don't do it

He said to me you are the one I want to be with
He said to me you are the one who my love I shall give
One day he'll know how hard I prayed for him to live
Please wait at the gate of heaven for me, Terry

Terry, Terry, Terry

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Alex Lifeson

Geddy Lee

Neil Peart

Pye Dubois

Memories/Nostalgia

Clothing/Apparel

Rock

1996

Here we go, vertigo
Video vertigo
Test for echo

Here we go, in slo-mo
Video vertigo
Test for echo
Test for echo

Some kind of trouble on the sensory screen
Camera curves over caved-in cop cars
Bleacher-creatures, would-be desperadoes
Clutch at plausible deniability
Don't touch that dial
We're in denial
Until the showcase trial on TV

Here we go, vertigo
Video, vertigo
Test for echo

Some kind of pictures on the sense o'clock news
Miles of yellow tape, silhouetted chalk lines
Tough-talking hood boys in pro-team logo knock-offs
Conform to uniforms of some corporate entity
Don't change that station
It's Gangsta Nation
Now crime's in syndication on TV

What a show
Vertigo
Video vertigo
Test for echo

Touch and go in slo-mo
Video vertigo
Test for echo
Test for echo

Here we go
Vertigo
Video, vertigo

Some kind of drama live on satellite
Hidden camera coverage from the crime scene to the courtroom
Nail-biting hood boys, in borrowed ties and jackets
Clutching at the straws of respectability

Can't do the time?
Don't do the crime
And wind up in the perp walk on TV

Here we go, vertigo
Video, vertigo
Test for echo

What a show
Vertigo
Video vertigo
Test for echo

Here we go, in slo-mo
Video vertigo
Test for echo
Test for echo

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Trevor Peacock

Memories/Nostalgia

Love

Clothing/Apparel

Pop

1963

That yellow dress you wore
When we went dancing Sunday nights,
That smile you give me
In the movies when they dim the lights,
I've tried in vain to wash the memory from my brain
I can't forget you,
And that's what love will do,
That's what love will do.

The spins we took together
On my beat-out motorbike,
The look your pa would give me
When we got back late at night,
I've tried in vain to wash the memory from my brain
I can't forget you,
And that's what love will do,
That's what love will do.

I never see you except now and then,
But when I see you
The longing starts all over again.

Put out the candle
And tomorrow it looks bright again,
But when I lost you
It could never be put right again,
What can I do?
My memory won't let go of you,
I can't forget you,
And that's what love will do,
That's what love will do.

I've tried in vain to wash the mem'ry from my brain
I can't forget you,
And that's what love will do,
That's what love will do.

That yellow dress you wore
When we went dancing Sunday nights,
That smile you give me
In the movies when they dim the lights,
I've tried in vain to wash the memory from my brain
I can't forget you,
And that's what love will do,
That's what love will do,
That's what love will do.

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Jerry Leiber

Mike Stoller

Memories/Nostalgia

R&B/Soul

1951

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Alex Lifeson

Geddy Lee

Neil Peart

Body

Memories/Nostalgia

Rock

2011

Will there be world enough and time for me to sing that song?
A voice so silent for so long
For all the years I had to get along, they told me I was wrong
I never wanted to belong, I was so strong

I lack their smiles and their diamonds
I lack their happiness and love
I envy them for all those things,
I never got my fair share of, my fair share of

The lenses inside of me that paint the world black
The pools of poison, the scarlet mist, that spill over into rage
The things I've always been denied
An early promise that somehow died
A missing part of me that grows around me like a cage
A missing part of me that grows around me like a cage

In all your science of the mind, seeking blind through flesh and bone
Find the blood inside this stone
Well, I know I've never shown what I feel, I've always known
I plan my vengeance on my own, and I was always alone

I lack their smiles and their diamonds
I lack their happiness and love
I envy them for all those things,
I never got my fair share of, my fair share of

The lenses inside of me that paint the world black
The pools of poison, the scarlet mist, that spill over into rage
The things I've always been denied
An early promise that somehow died
A missing part of me that grows around me like a cage
A missing part of me that grows around me like a cage

Oh, They tried to get me
Oh, They'll never forget me

The lenses inside of me that paint the world black
The pools of poison, the scarlet mist, that spill over into rage
The things I've always been denied
An early promise that somehow died
A missing part of me that grows around me like a cage
A missing part of me that grows around me like a cage
A missing part of me that grows around me like a cage

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Carl Perkins

Memories/Nostalgia

Places

Country and Western

1965

Here lies less more four slugs from a forty-four, no less no more

Out in Arizona, just south of Tucson
Where tumbleweeds tumble, in search of a home
There's a town they call Tombstone, where the brave never cry
They live by a sixgun, by a sixgun they die

It's been a long time now since the town was a boom
The jailhouse is empty, so's the Palace Saloon
Just one look will tell you, that this town was real
A secluded ole dirt road, leads up to Boot Hill

Walk up to the fence there, and look at the view
That's where they were hangin', eighteen eighty two
It's easy to see where, the brave men have died
Rope marks on the ol' tree are now petrified

At night when the moon shines so far away
It gets mighty lonesome, lookin' down on their graves
There lies Billy Clanton, never wanted to kill
But he's there with the guilty, way up on Boot Hill (Boot Hill)

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Johnny Cash

Baby/Children

Memories/Nostalgia

Money

Sadness

Country and Western

1963

[Spoken:]
Son said my mother when I was knee high
You've need of clothes to cover you and not a rag have I
There's nothing in the house to make a boy's britches
Nor shears to cut a cloth with nor thread to take stitches
There's nothing in the house but a loaf end of rye
And a harp with a with the woman's head nobody will buy and she began to cry

That was in the early fall and when came the late fall
Son she said the sight of you makes your mother's blood crawl
Little skinny shoulder blades stickin' through your clothes
And where you get a jacket from God above knows
It's lucky for me lad your daddy's in the ground
And can't see the way I let his son go around and she made a queer sound

That was in the late fall when the winter came
I'd not a pair of britches nor a shirt to my name
I couldn't go to school or out of doors to play
And all the other little boys passed our way
Son said my mother come climb into my lap
And I'll chaff your little bones while you take a nap
And oh but we were silly for half an hour or more
Me with my long legs draggin' on the floor
A rock, rock rocking to a mother goose rhyme
Oh but we were happy for half an hour's time

But there was I a great boy and what would folks say
To hear my mother singin' me to sleep all day, in such a daft way
Men say the winter was bad that year, fuel was scarce and food was dear
A wind with a wolf's head howled about our door
And we burned up the chairs and sat upon the floor
All that was left us was a chair we couldn't break
And the harp with the woman's head, nobody would take for song or pity sake

The night before Christmas, I cried with the cold
I cried myself to sleep like a two year old
And in the deep night I felt my mother rise
And stare down upon me with love in her eyes
I saw my mother sitting on the one good chair
A light falling on her from I couldn't tell where

Looking nineteen and not a day older
And the harp with the woman's head leaned against her shoulder
Her thin fingers moving in the thin tall strings
Were weave, weave weaving wonderful things
Many bright threads from where I couldn't see
Were running through the harp strings rapidly
And gold threads whistling through my mother's hands
I saw the web grow and the pattern expand

She wove a child's jacket and when it was done
She laid it on the floor and wove another one
She wove a red cloak so regal to see
She's made it for a king's son I said and not for me but I knew it was for me
She wove a pair of britches and quicker than that
She wove a pair of boots and a little cocked hat
She wove a pair of mittens she wove a little blouse
She wove all night in the still cold house

She sang as she worked and the harp strings spoke
But her voice never faltered and the thread never broke
But, but when I awoke there sat my mother
With the harp against her shoulder, lookin' nineteen not a day older
A smile about her lips and a light about her head
And her hands in the harp strings frozen dead
And piled up beside her toppling to the skies
Were the clothes of a king's son just my size

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