Stuff I like (all)
Whose woods these are I think I know.”
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
sweet spring is your
time is my time is our
time for springtime is lovetime
and viva sweet love
(all the merry little birds are”
flying in the...
- Funeral blues
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum