Let There Be Songs To Fill The

One Man Gathers What Another Man Spills

Outside Major Darkness Where The Circle Is Complete There's No Fear That Lovers Born Will Ever Fail To Meet

Let My Inspiration Flow, In Token Lines Suggesting Rhythm, That Will Not Forsake Me, Till My Tale Is Told And Done.

When I Was Just A Little Young Boy, Papa Said Son, You'll Never Get Far, I'll Tell You The Reason If You Want To Know, 'cause Child Of Mine, There Isn't Really Very Far To Go.

But I Would Rather Be With You, Somewhere In San Francisco On A Back Porch In July, Just Looking Up To Heaven, At This Crescent In The Sky