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Yes i will
Words and music by neil diamond
Yes i will, 'deed i will.
If i may, if i might, if i can.

Once upon a passing night dream
He beheld a mystic image bathed in blue reflection.
Then he stood and made his song,
Closed his eyes to feel the thunder
Echo like a wave around him;
Love was in this strange house,
And he knew he did belong, yes he did belong.
Yes i will, 'deed i will. if i can.

And cold it was within the marrow,
Waiting like a wounded sparrow,
Helpless and forgotten while the radio played on.
Sing your song you fool, you dreamer;
'cross the space that lies between us;
Cast the stones of fortune,
For the journey has begun, yes it has begun.

So you do, so you want to be giving.
Say it out loud if you need to be holy.
So you do, so you want to be loving;
Say it out now if you need to be holier still.

So it seems or so it may be,
I can't know for sure but lately seems i'm on a journey
To a place i've never been.
And baby if i had the answers i would lay them all before you;
Plainly it's a circle, one that ends and then begins, and begins again.
Yes i will, 'deed i will. if i can.

Words and music by neil diamond


Signs that burn like shooting stars
That pass across the nighttime skies,
They reach out in their mystic language
For us to read between the lines.
Some are born who would defy them,
Others still who would deny them, signs.

Signs like moments hung suspended,
Echoes just beneath the heart
Speak in voices half remembered
And half forgotten play their part.
Signs that come as we lay sleeping
Left behind for our keeping, signs.

Sail along, sail along the reefs and the coves inside your soul.
Sail along, sail along in search of a star that you can hold.
And we journey far to where that star may lead to (lead to).

Signs that whisper in the dreams of sailors
And of river queens of paupers and of men with means,
It all depends on how it reads.
Some are born who never need them,
Others still who never read them, signs.

Sail along, sail along the reefs and the coves inside your soul.
Sail along, sail along in search of a star that you can hold.
And we journey far to where that star may lead to (lead to).
Signs, signs.

Some are born who never need them,
Others still who never read them, signs.

Words and music by neil diamond


Sleepy old sun, sleepy old day,
Sleepy old tree gonna make me some shade.
Sleepy old time on my side of town,
I'm feelin' fine, i'll explain to you now.

Don't think, feel; ain't no big deal.
Just make it real and don't think, feel.
It don't take plans to clap your hands,
When it feels nice just don't think twice.

Some worry all day 'bout who they can trust,
Some worry all night 'bout money and lust.
Worry they do and worried they die--
And after they're gone just the bankers cry.

Don't think, feel; ain't no big deal.
Just make it real and don't think, feel.
It don't take plans to clap your hands,
When it feels nice just don't think twice.

Life is a card, you take what you get.
You do what you can to feel no regret.
You do what you can, forget about words,
Just go with the feelin' it usually works.

Don't think, feel; ain't no big deal.
Just make it real and don't think, feel.
It don't take plans to clap your hands,
When it feels nice you don't think twice.

Don't think, feel; ain't no big deal.
Just make it real and don't think, feel.
It don't take plans to clap your hands,
When it feels nice you don't think twice.

Don't think, feel; ain't no big deal.
Just make it real and don't think, feel.

Words and music by neil diamond

The man on the right is a man undone
He'd give you his soul if you asked him for some.
A child in his way for he needs to believe
That love is a song for each man to sing.

The man on the left is a prize unwon
A candle unlit and a song unsung.
Believing that love is a dreamer's dream,
The man on the left the me in between.

Lady magdelene, i can hear your distant trumpet
Calling from the morning mountain,
Singing to the passing river.
Take me home, show me peaceful days before my youth has gone.

The man in between waits between the two
Not hearing the lie and not seeing the true.
Unknowing what is and denying what seems
And there he will sleep the man in between.

Lady magdelene, i can hear your distant trumpet
Calling from the morning mountain,
Singing to the passing river.
Take me home, show me peaceful days before my youth has gone.

Lady magdelene, make the sound of silent thunder
Calling from the lips of abraham
Make a sound that we may wonder, where we are.
Take us to you soul for we have wandered far.

The man on the right was a man undone
The man on the left like a prize unwon.
And god only knows what their time will bring
Or what will become of the man in between.

Words and music by neil diamond

The last picasso, the last picasso was just acquired by some old museum, and don quixote, well don quixote the old man's rhyme has lost its reason; which only reminds me have i remembered to say that without you this life of plenty, would seem so empty, the last picasso. oh me and you--me oh me oh me oh me and you-- we, we can sigh--me oh me oh me oh me oh we can sigh. the last picasso, the last picasso may gather dust amid the ruins, and don quixote, well don quixote may no longer make his wishful tunes; but i still have you and i will have you when ev'rything else is gone and done with. we'll be like one with the last picasso. oh me and you--me oh me oh me oh me oh me and you-- we, we can sigh--me oh me oh me oh me oh we can sigh. oh, me and you--me oh me oh me oh me oh me and you-- we, we can sigh--me oh me oh me oh me oh we can sigh. oh, me and you--we we can sigh me oh me oh me oh we can sign. oh, me and you.

Words and music by neil diamond

Home is a wounded heart, haven't you heard the story?
He's out for love and for glory and she's waitin' home by the fire.
And wasn't it yesterday, wasn't it me who said it?
I swore that you'd never regret it.
Now home is a wounded heart.

It's a complicated thing, not an ordinary thing
And my heart just breaks in two
'cause i can see you standing there.
You know that i can't bear your wounded heart.

Paint me a red balloon; give me a string and baby i'll tie it,
Give me a ring and baby i'll buy it and bring it on home to you.
Home is a wounded heart.