Sometimes We Live No Particular Way But

It's Better To Wear Seaweed Socks Than Stick A Melon In Your Brother's Ear.

Ain't No Time To Hate, Barely Time To Wait

Comes A Time When The Blind Man Takes Your Hand Says Don't You See?

But I Would Rather Be With You, Somewhere In San Francisco On A Back Porch In July, Just Looking Up To Heaven, At This Crescent In The Sky

If My Words Did Glow With The Gold Of Sunshine And My Tunes Were Played On The Harp Unstrung Would You Hear My Voice Come Through The Music Would You Hold It Near As It Were Your Own?