Then come and as we lay, beside this sleepy glade, there I will sing to you my Longfellow serenade.
She got the way to move me, Cherry, she got the way to groove me.
I still need practice in enjoying the fruits of success.
He aint heavy, he's my brother.
I guess I haven't gotten over being lost, a wandering gypsy.
I thank the Lord for the night time.