Is there anybody going to listen to my story
All about the girl who came to stay?
There were bells on a hill
But I never heard them ringing till there she was
Never heard them at alL.
But I would feel two foot small if she left
(Like I couldn't go on)...
The two of us
Sunday driving
Not arriving on our way
Back home.
Spending someone's hard earned pay
Writing letters
Sending the postcards on my wall
Wearing raincoats
Standing solo in the sun
Burning matches...Lifting latches
She came in through the bathroom window
She asked me to stay and she told me
To sit anywhere.
So I looked around and I noticed there
Wasn't a chair.
Lovely Rita meter maid;
Pretty ness selling poppies from a tray
In Penny Lane.
Behind the shelter in the middle of the round-about
Did anybody tell her?
Did anybody see that I gotta get a
Belly fulla wine to tell
Her I love her?
See you on the Blue-Jay Way!
I read the news today...oh boy!
Woke up, fell outta bed
Dragged a comb across my head;
But please don't wake me, no!
Don't shake me...leave me where I am
I'm only sleeping.
Dreamin' of bein' a rich man baby!
I'll keep all my money in a big brown bag
Inside the flew, with nothin' to do because
Ob la di, ob la da...life goes on!
She can be Molly...singing in the band
While the children lend a hand at home and
run around in the yard.
With children at your feet, wonder how you
Manage to make ends meet.
And I need a job, so I wanna be a paperback writer.
"Dear sir or Madam, can you read my book?"
But will you still need me, will you still feed me
when I'm sixty-four...bang bang, Maxwell's silver hammer
Fixing a hole where the rain get's in, filling the
Crack that ran through the door, stopping my mind from
Wondering where it will go.
Will you still be sending me valentines?
Birthday greetings? Bottles of wine?
When I'm sixty-four?
Someday when we're dreaming, deep in
Love, not a lot to say; then we will remember
Things we said today, I hope.
Go ahead...get it wrong and think that you're alright!
I don't mind 'cause you are! (alright).
I look at the floor, and I see it needs sweeping
While my guitar gently weeps, and I'm dreamin'
Again of you and me
Let me take you down to strawberry fields.
Nothing is real...nothing to get hung about...
Tangerine trees, marmalade skies
Boat on a river, kaleidoscope eyes
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green, towering
Over your head.
I'll look for the girl with the sun in her eyes...
That would be you.
No "Rocky Raccoon" here... where his woman runs off
With another guy.
"Hit young Rocky in the eye
Rocky didn't like that
He said 'I'm gonna get that boy!'"
He checks in and finds the Bible
Did he read that the word is love?
We did, didn't we?
We looked through the pages
And found that the word is love
And I love you.
I'm comin' down fast when I
get to the top of the slide
Dreamin' of you
I'm looking through you
Where did you go?
There were bells on a hill
But I never heard them ringing
Never heard them at all
Till there you were.
And here I stand head in hand
Face turned to the wall
I would feel two foot small
If you left...
But I gotta get a a belly fulla
Wine to tell you.
Did anybody tell her?...
--CES (C)2014.
