You I am sure will forgive me for sincerely remarking that you might curb your magnanimity and be more of an artist, and 'load every rift' of your subject with ore.

Walkin' through the leaves fallin' from the trees, Feelin' like a stranger nobody sees.

Your old road is rapidly aging. Please get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand, For the times they are a-changin'.

God knows there's a heaven.

They say everything can be replaced, Yet every distance is not near. So I remember every face Of every man who put me here. I see my light come shining From the west unto the east. Any day now, any day now, I shall be released.

I like America, just as everybody else does. I love America, I gotta say that. But America will be judged.

And there's no one there to dry your tears. I could hold you for a million years. To make you feel my love.