Abbey Lincoln Love Is Made歌词

I hear the call of fall in the meadows I hear the sounds of love through the willows Give me your hand and we'll dance a waltz In red, brown and yellow, all of autumn's colors. I feel the breeze of change in my spirit I feel a sigh of dreams to consi

Hey Lordy mama I heard you wasn't feeling' good They're spreadin' dirty rumors All around the neighborhood They say you're mean and evil And don't know what to do That's the reason that he's gone And left you black and blue Hey yeah Tell me what you

I think about the life I live A figure made of clay And think about the things I lost The things I gave away And when I'm in a certain mood I search the house and look One night I found these magic words In a magic book Throw it away Throw it away Gi

Down here below The winds of change are blowing Through the weary night. I prayed my soul will find me Shining in the morning light, Down here below. Down here below, It's not so easy Just to be. Sometimes I'm really all at sea. You made me when the

There's a sound comes from livin' Somewhere in the past When the grass was greener And we found true love at last It's the sound of sorry Lookin' yonder with regret Sorry 'cause of what you got And what you didn't get Could've been another song Would

Avec le temps... Avec le temps, va, tout s'en va On oublie le visage et l'on oublie la voix Le cœur, quand ça bat plus, c'est pas la peine d'aller Chercher plus loin, faut laisser faire et c'est très bien Avec le temps... Avec le temps, va, tout s'en

Round, Like a circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning On an ever-spinning reel Like a snowball down a mountain Or a carnival balloon Like a carousel that's turning Running rings around the moon Like a clock whose hand

often I sing when I'm all alone, and no one can see me but me. i think and wonder what i am and how i came to be. i can swim the ocean, and it's deep and wide, and in the house above me abide. maybe one day i'll fly like an eagle, fly like a bird and

Bird alone, flying high Flying through a clouded sky Sending mournful soulful sounds Soaring over troubled grounds Bird alone with no mate Turning corners tempting fate Flying circles in the air Are you on your way somewhere? Gliding, soaring on the

Said a scarecrow swinging on a pole, To some blackbirds sittin' on a fence, Oh, the lord gave me a soul, But, forgot to give me common sense. Said the blackbirds, well, well, well. What the thunder would you do with common sense? Said the scarecrow,w