I Came Through Folk Music Simply Because

They Used To Laugh At Me When I Refused To Ride On All Those Double Decker Buses, All Because There Was No Driver On The Top.

Rationally I Have No Hope, Irrationally I Believe In Miracles.

There Are Things To Confess That Enrich The World, And Things That Need Not Be Said.

Rolling Stone Hates Me. They Must Have An Editorial Policy To Do Me In For Many Years.

Land Of Snap Decisions, Land Of Short Attention Spans, Nothing Is Savored Long Enough To Really Understand.