Sunshine On The Water Looks

I Get An Awful Lot Of Fan Mail, And I Read All That I Can.

Saturday Night In Toledo Ohio, Is Like Being Nowhere At All, All Through The Day How The Hours Rush By, You Sit In The Park And You Watch The Grass Die.

The Earth Is Our Mother Just Turning Around, With Her Trees In The Forest And Roots Underground. Our Father Above Us Whose Sigh Is The Wind, Paint Us A Rainbow Without Any End.

I Know He'd Be A Poorer Man If He Never Saw An Eagle Fly.

I Would So Much Like Young People To Have A Sense Of The Gift That They Are. Not Many Of Them Feel Like That.