They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew dark
She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones
’Twas then he felt alone and wished that he’d gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate

They walked along by the old canal
A little confused, I remember well
Stopped into a strange hotel with the neon burnin’ bright
He felt the heat of the night hit him like a freight train
Moving with a simple twist of fate

A saxophone someplace softly played
As she was moving on by the arcade
She heard the melody rise and fade, the sun was coming up,
She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate

He woke up, she was gone
He didn’t see nothing but the dawn
Got outta bed and put his clothes back on
And pushed back the blinds
Found a note she’d left behind
To which he just could not relate
All about a simple twist of fate.

He hears the ticking of the clocks
Walks alone through the city blocks
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks
Where the sailors all roll in.
Maybe he’ll spot her once again. How long must he wait
One more time for a simple twist of fate.

People tell me it’s a crime
To feel too much for too long a time
She should have caught me in my prime,
She would have stayed with me.
Instead of going off to sea,
and leaving me to meditate
upon that simple twist of fate.

Copyright ©1974 by Ram’s Horn Music; renewed 2002 by Ram’s Horn Music
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The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonesome organ grinder cries
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you
The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn
But it’s not that way
I wasn’t born to lose you

I want you, I want you
I want you so bad
Honey, I want you

The drunken politician leaps
Upon the street where mothers weep
And the saviors who are fast asleep, they wait for you
And I wait for them to interrupt
Me drinkin’ from my broken cup
And ask me to
Open up the gate for you

I want you, I want you
I want you so bad
Honey, I want you

How all my fathers, they’ve gone down
True love they’ve been without it
But all their daughters put me down
’Cause I don’t think about it

Well, I return to the Queen of Spades
And talk with my chambermaid
She knows that I’m not afraid to look at her
She is good to me
And there’s nothing she doesn’t see
She knows where I’d like to be
But it doesn’t matter

I want you, I want you
I want you so bad
Honey, I want you

Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit
He spoke to me, I took his flute
No, I wasn’t very cute to him, was I?
But I did it, though, because he lied
Because he took you for a ride
And because time was on his side
And because I . . .

I want you, I want you
I want you so bad
Honey, I want you

Copyright © 1966 by Dwarf Music; renewed 1994 by Dwarf Music
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When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love

When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one there to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love

I know you haven’t made your mind up yet
But I would never do you wrong
I’ve known it from the moment that we met
No doubt in my mind where you belong

I’d go hungry, I’d go black and blue
I’d go crawling down the avenue
There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do
To make you feel my love

The storms are raging on the rollin’ sea
And on the highway of regret
The winds of change are blowing wild and free
You ain’t seen nothing like me yet

I could make you happy, make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn’t do
Go to the ends of the earth for you
To make you feel my love

Copyright © 1997 by Special Rider Music
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There’s a long-distance train rolling through the rain
Tears on the letter I write
There’s a woman I long to touch and I miss her so much
But she’s drifting like a satellite
There’s a neon light ablaze in this green smoky haze
Laughter down on Elizabeth Street
And a lonesome bell tollin’ in that valley of stone
Where she bathed in a stream of pure heat
Her father would emphasize you got to be more than streetwise
But he practiced what he preached from the heart
A full-blooded Cherokee, he predicted to me
The time and the place that the trouble would start
There’s a babe in the arms of a woman in a rage
And a longtime golden-haired stripper onstage
And she winds back the clock and she turns back the page
Of a book that no one can write
Oh, where are you tonight?

The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure
To live it you have to explode
In that last hour of need, we entirely agreed
Sacrifice was the code of the road
I left town at dawn, with Marcel and St. John
Strong men belittled by doubt
I couldn’t tell her what my private thoughts were
But she had some way of finding them out
He took dead-center aim but he missed just the same
She was waiting, putting flowers on the shelf
She could feel my despair as I climbed up her hair
And discovered her invisible self
There’s a lion in the road, there’s a demon escaped
There’s a million dreams gone, there’s a landscape being raped
As her beauty fades and I watch her undrape
I won’t but then again, maybe I might
Oh, if I could just find you tonight

I fought with my twin, that enemy within
’Til both of us fell by the way
Horseplay and disease is killing me by degrees
While the law looks the other way
Your partners in crime hit me up for nickels and dimes
The guy you were lovin’ couldn’t stay clean
It felt outa place, my foot in his face
But he should-a stayed where his money was green
I bit into the root of forbidden fruit
With the juice running down my leg
Then I dealt with your boss, who’d never known about loss
And who always was too proud to beg
There’s a white diamond gloom on the dark side of this room
And a pathway that leads up to the stars
If you don’t believe there’s a price for this sweet paradise
Just remind me to show you the scars
There’s a new day at dawn and I’ve finally arrived
If I’m there in the morning, baby, you’ll know I’ve survived
I can’t believe it, I can’t believe I’m alive
But without you it doesn’t seem right
Oh, where are you tonight?

Copyright © 1978 by Special Rider Music
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Well, if you’re travelling in the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the border line
Remember me to one who lives there
For she once was a true love of mine.

Well if you go when the snow-flakes storm
When the rivers freeze and Summer ends
Please see she’s wearing a coat so warm
To keep her from the howlin’ winds.

Please see if her hair hangs long
if it curls and flows all down her breast
Please see for me if her hair is hanging long
For that’s the way that I remember her best.

I’m a’wondering if she remembers me at all
Oh, the many times I’ve often prayed
In the darkness of my night
And in the brightness of my day.

So if you’re travelling in the north country fair
where the winds hit heavy on the border line
Remember me to one who lives there
for she once was a true love of mine.

Copyright © 1963 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1991 by Special Rider Music
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Hazel, dirty-blonde hair
I wouldn’t be ashamed to be seen with you anywhere
You got something I want plenty of
Ooh, a little touch of your love

Hazel, stardust in your eye
You’re goin’ somewhere and so am I
I’d give you the sky high above
Ooh, for a little touch of your love

Oh no, I don’t need any reminder
To know how much I really care
But it’s just making me blinder and blinder
Because I’m up on a hill and still you’re not there

Hazel, you called and I came
Now don’t make me play this waiting game
You’ve got something I want plenty of
Ooh, a little touch of your love

Copyright © 1973 by Ram’s Horn Music; renewed 2001 by Ram’s Horn Music
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If today was not an endless highway
If tonight was not a crooked trail
If tomorrow wasn’t such a long time
Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all

And only if my own true love was waitin’
And if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin’
Only if she was lyin’ by me
Then I’d lie in my bed once again

I can’t see my reflection in the water
I can’t speak the sounds that show no pain
I can’t hear the echo of my footsteps
Or remember the sound of my own name

And only if my own true love was waitin’
And if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin’
Only if she was lyin’ by me
Then I’d lie in my bed once again

There’s beauty in that silver, singin’ river
There’s beauty in the sunrise in the sky
But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty
That I remember in my true love’s eyes

And only if my own true love was waitin’
And if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin’
Only if she was lyin’ by me
Then I’d lie in my bed once again

Copyright © 1963 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1991 by Special Rider Music
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Beyond the horizon, behind the sun
At the end of the rainbow, life has only begun
In the long hours of twilight ’neath the stardust above
Beyond the horizon, it is easy to love

I’m touched with desire
What don’t I do?
Through flame and through fire
I’ll build my world around you

Beyond the horizon, in the Springtime or Fall
Love waits forever for one and for all

Beyond the horizon across the divide
’Round about midnight, we’ll be on the same side
Down in the valley the water runs cold
Beyond the horizon someone prayed for your soul

My wretched heart’s pounding
I felt an angel’s kiss
My memories are drowning
In mortal bliss

Beyond the horizon, at the end of the game
Every step that you take, I’m walking the same

Beyond the horizon the night winds blow
The theme of a melody from many moons ago
The bells of St. Mary, how sweetly they chime
Beyond the horizon I found you just in time

It’s dark and it’s dreary
I ponder in vain
I’m weakened, I’m weary
My repentance is plain

Beyond the horizon o’er the treacherous sea
I still can’t believe that you’ve set aside your love for me

Beyond the horizon, ’neath crimson skies
In the soft light of morning I’ll follow you with my eyes
Through countries and kingdoms and temples of stone
Beyond the horizon right down to the bone

It’s the right time of the season
Someone there always cared
There’s always a reason
Why someone’s life has been spared

Beyond the horizon the sky is so blue
I’ve got more than a lifetime to live lovin’ you

Copyright © 2006 by Special Rider Music
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Ramona come closer shut softly your watery eyes.
The pangs of your sadness will pass as your senses will rise.
The flowers of the city though breathlike, get deathlike sometimes.
But ain’t no use in tryin’ to deal with the dyin’
Though I cannot explain that in lines.

Your cracked country lips I still wish to kiss, as to be by the strength of your skin.
Your magnetic movements still capture the minutes I’m in.
But it grieves my heart love to see you trying to be a part of a world that just don’t exist.
It’s all just a dream babe, a vacuum a scheme babe.
That sucks you into feeling like this.

I can see that your head has been twisted and fed with worthless foam from the mouth.
I can tell you are torn between staying and returning on back to the south.
You’ve been fooled into thinking that the finishing end is at hand.
Yet there’s no one to beat you, no one to defeat you.
‘Cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad.

I’ve heard you say many times that you’re better than no one and no one is better than you.
If you really believe that you know you have nothing to win and nothing to lose.
From fixtures and forces and friends your sorrow does stem.
That hype you and type you into makin’ you feel
That you gotta be just like them.

I’d forever talk to you but soon my words would turn into a meaningless ring.
For deep in my heart I know there’s no help I can bring.
Everything passes, everything changes, just do what you think you should do.
And someday maybe, who knows baby.
I’ll come and be crying to you.

Copyright © 1964 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1992 by Special Rider Music

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If you see her, say hello, she might be in Tangier
She left here last early spring, is livin’ there, I hear
Say for me that I’m all right though things get kind of slow
She might think that I’ve forgotten her, don’t tell her it isn’t so.

We had a falling-out, like lovers often will
And to think of how she left that night, it still brings me a chill
And though our separation, it pierced me to the heart
She still lives inside of me, we’ve never been apart.

If you get close to her, kiss her once for me
I always have respected her for doin’ what she did and gettin’ free
Oh, whatever makes her happy, I won’t stand in the way.
Oh, the bitter taste still lingers on,
from that night I tried to make her stay.

I see a lot of people as I make the rounds
And I hear her name here and there as I go from town to town
And I’ve never gotten used to it, I’ve just learned to turn it off
Either I’m too sensitive or else I’m gettin’ soft.

Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past
I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast
If she’s passin’ back this way, I’m not that hard to find
Tell her she can look me up if she’s got the time.

Copyright © 1974 by Ram’s Horn Music; renewed 2002 by Ram’s Horn Music

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Down the street the dogs are barking and the day is getting dark.
As the night comes in a-fallin’, the dogs’ll lose their bark.
An’ the silent night will shatter from the sounds inside my mind,
For I’m one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind.

From the crossroads of my doorstep, my eyes they start to fade,
As I turn my head back to the room, where my love and I have laid.
An’ I gaze back to the street, the sidewalk and the sign,
And I’m one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind.

It’s a restless hungry feeling that don’t mean no one no good,
When ev’rything I’m a-sayin’ you can say it just as good.
You’re right from your side, I’m right from mine.
We’re both just one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind.

Copyright

© 1964, 1966 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1992, 1994 by Special Rider Music

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My love she speaks like silence,
Without ideals or violence,
She doesn’t have to say she’s faithful,
Yet she’s true, like ice, like fire.
People carry roses,
And make promises by the hours,
My love she laughs like the flowers,
Valentines can’t buy her.

In the dime stores and bus stations,
People talk of situations,
Read books, repeat quotations,
Draw conclusions on the wall.
Some speak of the future,
My love she speaks softly,
She knows there’s no success like failure
And that failure’s no success at all.

The cloak and dagger dangles,
Madams light the candles.
In ceremonies of the horsemen,
Even the pawn must hold a grudge.
Statues made of match sticks,
Crumble into one another,
My love winks, she does not bother,
She knows too much to argue or to judge.

The bridge at midnight trembles,
The country doctor rambles,
Bankers’ nieces seek perfection,
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring.
The wind howls like a hammer,
The night blows cold and rainy,
My love she’s like some raven
At my window with a broken wing.

Copyright © 1965 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1993 by Special Rider Music
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It ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It don’t matter, anyhow
An’ it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don’t know by now
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I’ll be gone
You’re the reason I’m trav’lin’ on
Don’t think twice, it’s all right

It ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe
That light I never knowed
An’ it ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe
I’m on the dark side of the road
Still I wish there was somethin’ you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talkin’ anyway
So don’t think twice, it’s all right

It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal
Like you never did before
It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal
I can’t hear you any more
I’m a-thinkin’ and a-wond’rin’ all the way down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I’m told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don’t think twice, it’s all right

I’m walkin’ down that long, lonesome road, babe
Where I’m bound, I can’t tell
But goodbye’s too good a word, gal
So I’ll just say fare thee well
I ain’t sayin’ you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don’t mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don’t think twice, it’s all right

Copyright © 1963 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1991 by Special Rider Music
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Corrina, Corrina,
Gal, where you been so long?
Corrina, Corrina,
Gal, where you been so long?
I been worryin’ ’bout you, babe,
Baby, please come home.

I got a bird that whistles,
I got a bird that sings.
I got a bird that whistles,
I got a bird that sings.
But I ain’ a-got Corrina,
Life don’t mean a thing.

Corrina, Corrina,
Gal, you’re on my mind.
Corrina, Corrina,
Gal, you’re on my mind.
I’m a-thinkin’ ’bout you, baby,
I just can’t keep from crying.

Copyright © 1962, 1966 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1990, 1994 by Special Rider Music

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