Kenny was afraid to die just like many a troubled kid Kenny was afraid to die even more afraid to live Kenny was afraid to cry so he stayed away from love Kenny was afraid to fly he burned the...
Sweet tender Sofie Tell me what you're doing to me I hear your voice clear and loud I see your face in every cloud Is there anything I can do to get through to you Is there anything I can say anyway...
Somewhere in the distance I can hear A tune sweet and wistful a whispered air In the arms of a soft breeze 'cross these desolate downs As evening approaches when summer is young And next comes the...