Carol montag

I am a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling through the wilderness Yet there's no sickness, toil, or danger In that bright world to which I go I'm going there to see my mother I'm going there no more to...

Your mother kept a candy dish On the dining room buffet Bright colored candy Cellophane wrapped And it's probably there to this day You lived across the street from me Raised on the rosary And I on a...

Pipe dream, pipe dream Floating out to sea Slowly sinking While I'm thinking of you Maybe, someday I'll re-surface in a cloud Just to watch you From a distance And gently shower My love down Some...

Girls cook in the sun workin' on their tans They hope the color will attract a man They ask no questions, have all the answers Never mind the cost or the impending cancer Sweet, sweet lies Nothin'...

Figure eight etched in ice They say perfection has it's price Silver star shoot across the moon I swear I had one once But I let it go too soon I let it go If I were a little girl I'd probably fly...

Little boys who tell lies Are easy to spot They wear a silly grin And their eyes look down a lot They cover all the bases They wear a think disguise You have to know just where to look And the truth...