When it’s not always raining there’ll be days like this. When there’s no one complaining there’ll be days like this. When everything falls into place like the flick of a switch. Well my mama told me there’ll be days like this.
I had my eyes closed in the dark, I sighed a million sighs, I told a million lies, to myself, to myself.
Let your soul and spirit fly.
Meet them halfway with love, peace, and persuasion, and expect them to rise for the occasion.
There’s always got to be a struggle. What else is there? That’s what life is made of. I don’t know anything else. If there is, tell me about it.
Let go into the mystery. Let yourself go. And when you open up your heart, you get everything you need. Baby there’s a way and a mystic road. You’ve got to have some faith to carry on, you’ve got to open up your heart to the Son.
Have I told you lately that I love you, have I told you lately there’s no one above you. Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness, ease my troubles, that’s what you do.
There is no black-and-white situation. It’s all part of life. Highs, lows, middles.
You gotta fight every day to keep mediocrity at bay...
Memories, how they linger in the twilight and in the wee small hours sometimes just before dawn.
The blues – there’s no black and white – it’s the truth.
Go up to the mountain, go up to the glen, where silence will touch you, and heartbreak will mend.
The wild night is calling.
If my heart could do my thinking, would my brain begin to feel?
Smell the sea and feel the sky.
I’ve never felt like I was born with a silver spoon at all, although I’ve felt like howling at the moon a lot of times!
I write songs. Then I record them. And later, maybe I perform them on stage. That’s what I do. That’s my job. Simple.
You can’t stop us on the road to freedom, you can’t stop us cause our eyes can see.
Spiritual hunger and spiritual thirst But you got to change it On the inside first To be satisfied.
You’ve got to separate the singer and the songs.