Bless the beasts and the children For in this world they have no voice They have no choice Bless the beasts and the children For the world can never
Goodbye Joe, he gotta go, me oh my oh He gotta go-pole the pirogue down the bayou His Yvonne the sweetest one, me oh my oh Son of a gun, we'll have big
As a child I was known for make-believing All alone I created fantasies As I grew people called it self-deceiving But my heart helped me hold the memories
Autumn days lying on a bed of leaves Watching clouds up through the trees You said our love was more than time It's colder now The trees are bare and
