(Shel Silverstein) Sylvia's mother says Sylvia's busy, too busy to come to the phone. Sylvia's mother says Sylvia's tryin' to start a new life of her own. Sylvia's mother says Sylvia's happy so why
(Shel Silverstein) Sylvia's mother says Sylvia's busy, too busy to come to the phone. Sylvia's mother says Sylvia's tryin' to start a new life of her own. Sylvia's mother says Sylvia's happy so why
Life goes on like a carousel. Life goes on, a never-ending tale. Of love reborn, from the cradle warm. A web is spun for every mother's son Life goes on like a spinning wheel. Life goes on, never
There's a light, a different kind of light. When we close, we close our eyes. There's a place, a distant kind of place. We can't let go, just can't let go There's a faith, a stronger kind of faith.
Born a poor young country boy. Mother Nature's son. All day long I'm sitting, singing songs for everyone Sit beside a mountain stream. See her waters rise. Listen to the pretty sound of music as
Well, I've been ridin' a winning horse for a long, long time. And sometimes I wonder, is this the end of the line. No one should take advantage of who they are. No man has got it made if he thinks
Are we rolling?. A one, a two, a three, a four A mother was washing her baby one night. The youngest of ten and a delicate mite. The mother was poor and the baby was thin. 'Twas naught but an
