i often get the feeling that i'm talking to the wind
and no-one hears
no-one listens in
then i start singing songs
and the music makes the whole world feel like home
sing a song and you're not alone
lilly mclean
you are standing in the rain
and you are cold
you are hungry and afraid
you are waiting for a sunrise
a sunrise makes you feel so very small
darling lilly
aren't we all?
oh i'm believing
believing
believing
that even when i'm gone
maybe some lonesome picker will
find some healing in this song
julie get the gun
julie throw it in the river
let it roll far on out to sea
let it carry the confusion
the hatred and the worry here in me
river rolling out to sea
oh i'm believing
believing
believing
that even when i'm gone
maybe some lonesome picker will
find some healing in this song
maybe some lonesome picker will
find some healing in this song