Today Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine, I*ll taste your strawberries, I*ll drink your sweet wine. A million tomorrows shall all pass a...
Five Hundred Miles If you miss the train I*m on, you will know that I am gone. You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles. A hundred miles, a hundr...
You Don't Have To Say You Love Me When I said I needed you, you said you would always stay. It wasn*t me who changed, but you. And now you*ve gone awa...
Try To Remember Try to remember the kind of September when life was slow and, oh, so mellow. Try to remember the kind of September when grass was gree...
