If You Love Somebody Set Them Free
If you need somebody call my name
If you want someone you can do the same
If you want to keep something precious
You got to lock it up and throw away the key
If you want to hold onto your possession don't even think about me
If you love someone, set them free
If it's a mirror you want just look into my eyes
Or a whipping boy someone to despise
Or a prisoner in the dark tied up in chains you just can't see
Or a beast in a gilded cage that's all some people ever want to be
If you love someone, set them free
You can't control an independent heart
Can't tear the one you love apart
Forever conditioned to believe that we can't live
We can't live here and be happy with less
So many riches so many souls with everything we see that we want to possess
If you need somebody call my name
If you want someone you can do the same
If you want to keep something precious
You got to lock it up and throw away the key
If you want to hold onto your possession don't even think about me
If you love someone, set them free
Russians
In Europe and America there's a growing feeling of hysteria
Conditioned to respond to all the threats in the rhetorical speeches of the Soviets
Mister Khrushchev said we will bury you I don't subscribe to this point of view
It'd be such an ignorant thing to do if the Russians love their children too
How can I save my little boy from Oppenheimer's deadly toy?
There is no monopoly of common sense on either side of the political fence
We share the same biology regardless of ideology
Believe me when I say to you I hope the Russians love their children too
There is no historical precedent to put the words in the mouth of the president
There's no such thing as a winnable war it's a lie we don't believe anymore
Mister Reagan says we will protect you I don't subscribe to this point of view
Believe me when I say to you I hope the Russians love their children too
We share the same biology regardless of ideology
What might save us, me and you is if the Russians love their children too
Englishman In New York
I don't drink coffee I take tea my dear I like my toast done on one side
And you can hear it in my accent when I talk I'm an Englishman in New York
See me walking down Fifth Avenue a walking cane here at my side
I take it everywhere I walk I'm an Englishman in New York
I'm an alien, I'm a legal alien I'm an Englishman in New York
I'm an alien, I'm a legal alien I'm an Englishman in New York
If manners maketh man as someone said then he's the hero of the day
It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile be yourself no matter what they say
I'm an alien, I'm a legal alien I'm an Englishman in New York
I'm an alien, I'm a legal alien I'm an Englishman in New York
Modesty, propriety can lead to notoriety you could end up as the only one
Gentleness, sobriety are rare in this society at night a candle's brighter than the sun
Takes more than combat gear to make a man takes more than a license for a gun
Confront your enemies, avoid them when you can a gentleman will walk but never run
If manners maketh man as someone said then he's the hero of the day
It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile be yourself no matter what they say
I'm an alien, I'm a legal alien I'm an Englishman in New York
I'm an alien, I'm a legal alien I'm an Englishman in New York
Fields Of Gold
You'll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we walk in fields of gold
So she took her love for to gaze awhile upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down among the fields of gold
Will you stay with me, will you be my love among the fields of barley
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we lie in fields of gold
See the west wind move like a lover so upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth among the fields of gold
I never made promises lightly and there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left we'll walk in fields of gold
Many years have passed since those summer days among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down among the fields of gold
You'll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky when we walked in fields of gold
Waters Of Tyne
I cannot get to my love if I would die for the waters of Tyne run between her and me
And here I must stand with a tear in my 'ee both sighing and sickly my true love to see
Where is the boatman my bonny hinny where is the boatman bring him to me
To ferry me over the Tyne to my honey and I will remember the boatman and thee
It's starting to rain and I'm froze to the marrow I see her as plainly as she can see me
It's less than a mile between North Shields and Jarrow and the ship of my heart's carried out to the sea
Bring me a boatman, I'll give any money and you for your trouble, rewarded shall be
To ferry me over the Tyne to my honey or scull her across that rough river to me
Moon Over Bourbon Street
There's a moon over Bourbon Street tonight
I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
I've no choice but to follow that call
The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all
I pray everyday to be strong
For I know what I do must be wrong
You'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there's a moon over Bourbon Street
It was many years ago that I became what I am
I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb
Now I can never show my face at noon
And you'll only see me walking by the light of the moon
The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast
I've the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest
You'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there's a moon over Bourbon Street
She walks everyday through the streets of New Orleans
She's innocent and young, from a family of means
I have stood many times outside her window at night
To struggle with my instinct in the pale moonlight
How could I be this way when I pray to God above?
I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love
You'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there's a moon over Bourbon Street
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