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 And 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 You are what you are And you make it hard
Tearing yourself away from me now 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 And 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 And you make it hard, And you make it hard
Friday evening, Sunday in the afternoon What have you got to lose? Tuesday mornin', please be gone I'm tired of you. What have you got to lose? Can I tell it like it is? Help me I'm sufferin' Listen to me baby-Help me I'm dyin' It's my heart that's a sufferin', it's a dyin' That's what I have to lose I've got an answer I'm going to fly away What have I got to lose? Will you come see me Thursdays and Saturdays? What have you got to lose?
Chestnut brown canary Ruby throated sparrow Sing a song don't be long Thrill me to the marrow Voices of the angels ring around the moonlight Asking me, said she so free How can you catch the sparrow? Lacy, lilting, lady, losing love, lamenting
Change my life, make it right Be my lady. Doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo
At the end of the Suite, Stephen Stills sings the following Spanish lines: Que linda me la traiga Cuba, La reina de la Mar Caribe. Cielo sol no tiene sangreahi, Why que triste que no puedo vaya, Oh va, oh va, va.
Loosely translated that is: How happy it makes me to think of Cuba, The smiles of the Caribbean Sea, Sunny sky has no blood, and how sad that I'm not able to go Oh go, oh go go