Lyrics:
I fetch his slippers, fill up the pipe he smokes
I cook the kippers, laugh at his oldest jokes
Yet here I anchor, I might have had a banker
Boy!
Isn't it romantic?
Music in the night, a dream that can be heard.
Isn't it romantic?
Moving shadows write the oldest magic word.
I hear
me?
Aw, mad dog, diamond, Jim Richmond from the Tennessee Hot Band
John Hartford on the banjo, oh diamond, my oldest son Dale
John Hartford playin'
The stock market has always been 100% when it comes to pussy
The worlds oldest profession
Yah it's still alive
No matter what the consequences
The stock market has always been 100% when it comes to pussy
The worlds oldest profession
Yah it's still alive
No matter what the consequences
on the vicarage wall
The oldest inhabitant croaks
Well of all things can it be really
No. Yes. Ho. Hi. Oh my eye!
My mind may be wandering but I confess
I
Isn't it romantic?
Music in the night
A dream that can be heard
Isn't it romantic?
Moving shadows write the oldest magic word
I hear the breezes
buy
His oldest pain
And fear in life
There'll not be time
His oldest pain
And fear in life
There'll not be time
A lie to say "o my
Fingers to fingers
Delicate touch
You and me
Your warmth I feel so close
The newest of moments
The oldest of loves
The newest of moments
The oldest
The raw behest of the tyrant
Gives birth to misguided toil
The darkened cancer spreads
As rain drops onto the soil
The oldest wandering echoes
oldest friend
Are you cursed to depart again?
Your ways and means, eternally obscene
And always looking for obscenity and hatred
It wasn't built for
Nothing to say
Talk to me Lilah
Nowhere to go
This text doesn't end
Curious cobra
Watching clouds, oh
My oldest veil
My newest friend
oldest friends
With the good God damn
With the good God damn
Lay out your clothes
It's time to go
It's always darkest before the dawn
The sun
The oldest sons of the oldest sons
They never really leave
And if they do
They don't go far
In those long cars
To meet their soft dolls
With whom
running away with the past
Disappear in the sun
All gone, all gone
It took a while just to think
Of home, of home
My oldest friend that I barely
of the oldest pieces on the album…
of that
I'd wrap it up and bury it in the deep dark ground
_____ on the ledge with one last chance to beg
To the deepest root of the oldest tree
If we
the oldest magic word.
I hear the breezes playing in the trees above
While all the world is saying you were meant for love.
Isn't it romantic
Merely to be
need the oldest way to feel so good, so fine
And thus complete
Ooh la la la
Oh my love
Ooh la la la
Oh my wife
Ooh la la la
Oh my life
Ooh la la la
I
This is the oldest dance
Deepest beat and the lovers' trance
And the closing of the space between us
And the rhythm of the place I dream us
May you
Longing for his queen yet running from her courtship
The youngest of old lovers
The oldest of young romantics
The newest of classic,
The oldest of modern
and remorse
White cloud, black crow
Crucifix and arrow
The oldest silence speaks the loudest
Under the deep green sea
When speech becomes a crime
He makes the oldest kind o' leather look like new
You feel as though you want to dance when he gets through
He's a great big bundle o' joy
He pops
makes the oldest kind o' leather look like new
You'll feel as though you wanna dance when he gets through
Oh, he's a great big bundle o' joy
Pops
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