When You Get Ready To Vote, Make

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?

Well, The First Days Are The Hardest Days, Don't You Worry Anymore. When Life Looks Like Easy Street There Is Danger At Your Door.

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

Outside Major Darkness Where The Circle Is Complete There's No Fear That Lovers Born Will Ever Fail To Meet

Crippled But Free, I Was Blind All The Time I Was Learning To See.