hardly able But give me strength and wisdom. And give me a week at least. And I'll climb up to the top of this mountain. And chisel out a masterpiece The very next morning he felt new strength. And he
out his thumb,. And he hitched a ride out on the freeway of the plains. Won't you bury my body. By the broken dam of reason,. And when you chisel my epitaph,. Leave out the part about the treason
swim. When all is well if the ticket sells. Out with a wimper. It's not a blaze of glory. You look down from your temple. As people endeavor to make it a story. And chisel a marble word. But all is lost
armour of a song. You are the heroes and the brave. Who with a slender pen our passions save. And chisel epitaphs upon the graves. Of all the poets I have known. . So keep on dreamin'. Keep on
armour of a song. You are the heroes and the brave. Who with a slender pen our passions save. And chisel epitaphs upon the graves. Of all the poets I have known. . So keep on dreamin'. Keep on
