It started out as a long narrative poem about my relationship with Judy
Collins. It poured out of me over many months and filled several notebooks. I had a hell of a time
getting the music to fit. I was left with all these
pieces of song and I said, 'Let's sing them together and call it a suite,'
because they were all about the same thing and they led up to the same point
And the little kicker at the end about Cuba was just to liven it up because it had gone on forever and
I didn't want it to just fall apart. I said, 'Now
that we've sung all these lyrics about one thing, let's change the subject
entirely.' And we did. Even did it in a different language just to make
sure that nobody could understand it.
--Stephen Stills
It's getting to the point
where I'm no fun anymore
I am sorry
Sometimes it hurts
so badly I must cry out loud
I am lonely
I am yours
You are mine
You are what you are
You make it hard
Remember what we've said and done
and felt about each other
Oh babe have mercy
Don't let the past
remind us of what we are not now
I am not dreaming
I am yours
You are mine
Your are what you are
YOu make it hard
Tearing yourself away from the law
You are free
And I am crying
This does not mean I don't love you
I do, that's forever
Yes, and for always
I am yours
YOu are mine
You are what you are
You make it hard
Something inside
is telling me that I've got your secret
Are you still listening?
Fear is the lock
And laughter the key to your heart
And I love you
I am yours You are mine
You are what you are
You make it hard (X4)
Friday evening
Sunday in the afternoon
What have you got to lose
Tuesday morning
Please be gone I'm tired of you
What have you got to lose
Can I tell it like it is
Listen to me baby
It's my heart that's a suffering; it's a dying
Yeah that's what I have to lose
I've got an answer
Will you come see me
Thursdays and Saturdays
What have you got to lose
Just not brown canary
Ruby throated sparrow
Sing the song
Don't be long
Thrill me to the marrow
Voices of the angels
Ring around the moonlight
Asking me
She's so free
How can you catch the sparrow?
'
Lacy, lilting, leary
Losing love, lamenting
Change my life
Make it right
Be my lady
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
etc., etc., etc.
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