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The long and winding road
That leads to your door
Will never disappear
I've seen that road before
It always leads me here
Lead me to you door.
— Paul McCartney




Mull of Kintyre
Oh mist rolling in from the sea,
My desire
Is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre.
— Paul McCartney



One day we'll all realize, I'm not the only one
Just raise your eyes up and you'll be gone, to those
Green Fields and Golden Sands
That's all I need; that's all I want
That's all I need; that's all I really want.
— Cat Stevens




It might have been a bright blue day
But rain clouds had to come this way
They're watering everything that they can see
A seed is waiting in the earth
For rain to come and give him birth
It's all he really needs to set him free.
— Paul McCartney



So the next time you see rain, it ain't bad
Don't complain, it rains for you
The next time you see L.A. rain clouds
Don't complain, it rains for you and me.
— Paul McCartney ("Mamunia")





All kinds of roses, all kinds of roses
All kinds of roses grow in my garden.
— Cat Stevens




Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine,
I’ll taste your strawberries,
I’ll drink your sweet wine.
A million tomorrow shall all pass away,
‘Ere I forget all the joy that is mine, today.
— John Denver



You want a better kind of future
One that everyone can share
You're not alone, we all could use it
Stick around, we're nearly there.
— Paul McCartney


Coming up, like a flower.
— Paul McCartney




The test of our progress is not whether we add more to the abundance of those who have much; it is whether we provide enough for those who have too little.
— Franklin D. Roosevelt




Misinformation followed us, like a plague.
— Paul Simon




"Let the mountains talk, let the river run
There is wisdom here, there is much to learn
There is much to know, much to understand
In this healing time all across the land.
— John Denver




Be you dust or be you star
To be what you must,
Just reach out for what you are
And though you’ve traveled many roads,
There’s but one way, and that’s the one you chose.
— Cat Stevens





Why deny the obvious?
— Paul Simon




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.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

— Robert Frost




From the life to the light,
From the dark of the night to the dawn,
He is so in my heart,
He is here, he could never be gone.
Though the singer is silent,
There still is the truth of the song.
— John Denver






Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the world.
— Eleanor Farjeon (arrangement by Cat Stevens)



Late at night when the wind is still
I'll come flying through your door
And you’ll know what love is for
I'm a bluebird.
— Paul McCartney



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