You can call it nostalgia, I don't mind Standing on that windswept hillside Listening to the church bells chime Listen to the church bells chime In that magic time.

Let your soul and spirit fly.

I'd come to the point where I wasn't really putting out creatively. I didn't seem to have anything to say in that period of time after the '74 tour. There was nothing definite that I wanted to record.

You can't stay the same. If you're a musician and a singer, you have to change, that's the way it works.

When it's not always raining there'll be days like this. When there's no one complaining there'll be days like this. When everything falls into place like the flick of a switch. Well my mama told me there'll be days like this.

Singing is my profession - there is no plan B.

Way across the country where the hillside mountains glide, the dynamo of your smile caressed the barefoot virgin child.