Lyrics:
, memories way back
Take me way back, Hyndford Street and Hank Williams
Louis Armstrong, Sidney Bechet on Sunday afternoons in winter
Sidney Bechet, Sunday
and then voice
Music and writing, words
I'll be satisfied as long
Memories, memories way back
Take me way back
Hyndford Street and Hank Williams
As I walk,
Sometimes in Winter
I gaze into the streets
And walk through snow and city sleet
Behind your room
Sometimes in Winter
Forgotten memories
Sometimes in Winter
I gaze into the streets
And walk through snow and city sleet
Behind your room
Sometimes in Winter
Forgotten memories
fire you're running all over town
As much as you burn me baby I should be ashes by now
The second street beggars alone in their life
Drunk
the street in a trance.
In a trance, in a trance, in a trance.
Fly down the street on a chance that you'll meet.
And you'll meet, not ready by chance ?
Don't
brings me down
That has no jobs
Is blessed by God
And makes me cry
Dublin
And at sea with flowing hair
I'd think of Dublin
Of Grafton Street
The kid down the street mowes the grass every week
The neighbor next door fixed the roof where it leaked
Job's going fine and the bills are all
There was a man whose memories were made up,
Of nothing.
He pushed the elevator button, and go home,
To nothing.
Yes his business had prospered
into the street
Dreaming while you sleep
Dreaming while you sleep
Memories to keep
Dreaming while you sleep
I can never understand just what
a street on a chance that you'll meet
And you meet not really by chance
Don't cry, young lovers, whatever you do
Don't cry because I'm alone
All of my
Baby you were in my
Dream
We were walking down
The street
Baby I heard in a melody
It's like a blast from the
Past
Let our story take us
a day goes by
I don't need your smile
I don't feel your heart
In every mile
Empty streets
And whistlin' pines
But not a day goes by
You don't crowd
You let me down without a word,
today your memory returned
And now I´m walking down the street
in silver rain
Not a trace was left behind
With one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea
Circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate
Driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget
The memory of your face
Deep in the night
Plying very strange cargo
Our soul-ships pass by
Solo trips to the stars, in the sky
Gliding so far
That
Clear air and sparkling city
Crisp cloud lines crystal pretty
Wind sweeps the streets and swirl by lovers
Strolling through their own world
Basking
Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble
Ancient footprints are everywhere
You can almost think that you're seein' double
On a cold, dark
Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble
Ancient footprints are everywhere
You can almost think that you're seein' double
On a cold, dark
For sale by owner sign on Highway 59
A signal of the times, a turning of the page
There used to be nothing here
But that nothing disappeared
2300 Jackson street
2300 Jackson street
2300 Jackson street
Memories of growing up
And working hard
Our childhood passed us by
Mom
the diamond sky
With one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea
Circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate
Driven deep beneath the waves
Let me
Market where the costers cry.
Cockney feet mark the beat of history.
Every street pins a memory down.
Nothing ever can quite replace
The grace
EVERYONE RISE
ONE FINE MORNING BY c COBcLT SEc
I ESPIED c VISION cND IT ScID TO ME
"IN THE COMPcNY OF GREcTNESS YOU MUST cCT cCCORDINGLY"
EVERYONE RISE,
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