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Oh, he said it was the sound of the winter callin'
from up around the bend Or it could be the cry of your restless heart for the love of your long lost friends Me, I think it's just the summertime and the heat of these Texas winds They keep on slappin' my face with dust so thick that the tears won't roll again Last of the true believers Have you grown weary all alone? You could go home again...home again...home Last of the true believers You pack your things and go back home You could go home again...home again...home Oh he said, "you can't stay away forever 'cause they say love doesn't last that long and the ghost of the one that you loved the best is bound to be long gone So you fall for the one you believe in and take pride in the heart you hold 'Cause when the wintertime pounds upon your door... it's shelter from the cold". Last of the true believers Have you grown weary all alone? You could go home again...home again...home Last of the true believers You pack your things and go back home You could go home again...home again...home There's a shadow on our wall where I once stood with him in mind And there is an empty space beside him where I do take my rest at night Oh, I will be the last of the true believers... if truth is his heart to lend 'Cause the wintertime sure looks cold to me... comin' up around the bend Last of the true believers Have you grown weary all alone? You could go home again...home again...home Last of the true believers You pack your things and go back home You could go home again...home again...home Oh, I could go home again... home again... home Well, it looks like home again... home again... home Oh, I could go home again... home again... home Well, he brings me home again... home again... home.. |
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Love at the Five and Dime
Rita was sixteen years Hazel eyes and chestnut hair She made the Woolworth counter shine And Eddie was a sweet romancer And a darn good dancer And they waltzed the aisles of the five and dime And they'd sing Dance a little closer to me Hey, dance a little closer now Dance a little closer tonight Dance a little closer to me Hey, it's closing time And love's on sale Tonight at this five and dime verse: Eddie played the steel guitar And his mama cried 'cause he played in the bars And he kept young Rita out late at night Soon they married up in Abelene Lost a child in Tennessee But still that love survived One of the boys in Eddie's band Took a shine to Rita's hand So , Eddie ran off with the bass man's wife Oh, but he was back by June Singin' a different tune Sporting Miss Rita back by his side Eddie played in the barroom band 'Til arthritis took his hands Now he sells insurance on the side And Rita's got her house to keep She sells dime store novels with a love so sweet And they dance to the radio late at night and still sing |
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How I wish that you would call... we have not spoken since last fall
now that smokey conversation's come and gone Do I just read between your lines? Or could it be this winter wine?... so sweet upon my tongue tonight recalls your tender eyes O, I need more than a whisper... so much more than a whisper It takes more than a whisper to wake this weary fool Give me more than a whisper... if you're sayin' I love you 'cuz it's the whispers I have never understood It's snowin' up in the northlands... I read your warm words from the plains while the poets say that I should never be thinkin' of you this way They say that I misread your lines 'cuz I've been lonely all my life and here I'm reachin' for some silver and leavin' my heart out in the fire O, I need more than a whisper... so much more than a whisper It takes more than a whisper to wake this weary fool Give me more than a whisper... if you're sayin' I love you 'cuz it's the whispers I have never understood I will drink my winter wine... when I get home I'll change my mind I'll only whisper that I love you in those smokey bars at night And though the poets say I'm lonely... there's still this woman here inside and I've never been a fool when my heart was on the line O, I need more than a whisper... so much more than a whisper It takes more than a whisper to wake this weary fool Give me more than a whisper... if you're sayin' I love you 'cuz it's the whispers I have never understood |
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I'm goin' back where my garden blooms all year
Where the wintertime speaks softly in the fallin' rain I'm goin' back to my green eyed lover there and we will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain Oh, I've grown pale beneath the streets of Montreal Where the voices ring like bells in French-Canadian And the rivers stand imprisoned till the thaws I am alone at night and dream of my own Pontchartrain Chorus: Take me to the station... I am late to catch my southbound train Oh, I'm gonna call my cousin Libby she will be waiting by the tracks when I roll in I'm gonna roll across America just to stand beside my Pontchartrain again These old rails shake like thunder through the night Soon I'll have my green eyed lover's arms to comfort me Oh, I can see my cousin Libby by his side her hair will flow in waves like on Lake Pontchartrain (Repeat chorus) I'm goin' back where my garden blooms all year Where the wintertime speaks softly in the fallin' rain I'm goin' back to my green eyed lover there and we will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain yes, we will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain we will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain and here comes the train |
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We walk along the Hudson when it snows here in Manhattan
Seems we've lived our lives so out of place You touch my cheek and I do wonder how this happened That two young lovers could pack their dreams and move from the Texas Plains [Chorus:] Oh, I'm gonna take us back where we belong Where you can see it in the stars that the weather's comin' on One of these days Now, our Daddy's grew cotton, spittin' dust of a mornin' We met on a school bus rollin' thru the Autumn fields our Daddy's raised Beneath a hot August sky, our Mothers waved goodbye My Daddy tipped his hat with a tear in his eye When we left for the city where the sun rarely shines It was a hundred and two in the shade [Chorus] Hey, do you wanna take a cab uptown? Watch the skaters go 'round and around We could talk about leavin' this town some other day And I suppose we look like natives here, this middle aged couple with silver hair And on cold winter nights this love we share is still a hundred and two In the shade |
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The wing and the wheel... they carry things away
whether it's me that does the leavin' or the love that flies away The moon outside my window looks so lonely tonight oh, there's a chunk out of it's middle... big enough for an old fool to hide Where are all the dreamers... that I used know? We used to linger beneath street lamps in the halos and the smoke The wing and the wheel... came to carry them away now they all live out in the suburbs where their dreams are in their children at play There's a pale sky in the east... all the stars are in the west Oh, here's to all the dreamers... may our open hearts find rest The wing and the wheel are gonna carry us along And we'll have memories for company... long after the songs are gone |
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