Dive into yesterday, dive into yesterday. Dive into yesterday. . Now since his disappearance through the smoke rings of our time. While the plaster jester is speaking out of tune. In moonlight sw
Puffs of white cotton passing the window. Everyone talking, oh, so very loud. And captain sits and seems to be in a daze. One minute high, the next minute low. Nobody knows where we are. Nobody k
Dear Nellie Goodrich. I am writing to you. To tell you of my love. Please don't be offended. I mean you no harm. Sure as the sun shines above. . Dear Nellie Goodrich. I have watched from afar.
A million white flowers in a field in the sky. Seemed to spell out a greeting as the children flew by. A guard in a chariot of silver and gold. Gave the children all tickets, then the story he told
In the night something is stirring. Someone is moving without a sound to his heels. Your heart is racing your mind is tracing. Pictures you can see, Lewis Tollani, it's me. . Lewis Tollani, it's
Mr. Small, the watch-repairer man. Mended clocks and watches every day. He didn't ask for much from anyone. And so he worked right through both the night and day. . Repairing, listening, watchin