Now all the criminals in their suits and ties are free to drink martinis and watch the sunrise
Bob DylanIn the valley of the giants where the stars and stripes explode, the peaches they were sweet and the milk and honey flowed.
Bob DylanYes, and only if my own true love was waiting If I could hear his heart softly pounding Yes, and only if he was lying by me Would I lie in my bed once again.
Bob Dylan