It's sad when people break up.

Young and old will sit and judge unfeeling, while the empty churches' bells are pealing. And the green hills lay ignored, untended, lonely watchers remain unbefriended.

Everything that has befallen you happened simply cause it crossed your mind.

It's terrible feeling like an eligible bachelor but no women seeming to agree with you.

We've got to fool the fools, and plan the plans. We must rule the rules, got to stand the stands.

I think I probably would have enjoyed to keep my own private pain out of my work. But I was changed by my audience who said your private pain which you have unwittingly shown us in your early songs is also ours.

Let my love open the door To yourheart.