Fame is but a fruit tree- so very unsound. It can never flourish 'till its stock is in the ground.

I never felt magic crazy as this I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea I never held emotion in the palm of my hand Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree But now you're here Brighten my northern sky.

Time has told me not to ask for more, someday our ocean will find its shore.

...you're a rare rare find A troubled cure For a troubled mind

I think there's something extraordinarily nice about seeing the dawn up before one goes to bed, [] there's something uncanny about it.

Fame is but a fruit tree- so very unsound. It can never flourish 'till its stock is in the ground.

Life is but a memory Happened long ago. Theatre full of sadness For a long forgotten show.