Down in the willow garden, me and my love did meet And as we sat a-courting, my love fell off to sleep I had a bottle of burgundy wine; my love, she did not know And so I poisoned that dear little girl along the banks below Along the banks below I drew my saber through her; it was a bloody night I threw her in the river, which was a dreadful sight My father often told me that money would set me free And so I murdered that dear little girl whose name was Rose Connelly Whose name was Rose Connelly My father sits at his cabin door wiping his tear-dimmed eyes His only son soon should walk to yonder scaffold high My race is run beneath the sun; the scaffold now waits for me For I did murder that dear little girl whose name was Rose Connelly Whose name was Rose Connelly Whose name was Rose Connelly

I remember Disney World The first time, I was a little girl We met mickey mouse Had dinner just like at your house I remember the lake We played in the sand You drove us in the boat The water was gross But it wasn't fake I know you're scared I am too This is one of those times you'll never be prepared So let's just think About Moose Jaw, about skating rinks Let's think about Birdhouses, playing on the deck Instead of being a wreck I remember birthday cakes Fingers outstretched, wanting to eat icing The memories are as sweet as the taste When we would light the candles and then start to sing Happy birthday to you It was your last one, deep down I knew All those gifts we got you Where did they go What are we supposed to do Now that you've left us here alone We were all scared You were too But we never could've been prepared So let's just think About birthday cakes in the living room Let's think about Grandma macaroni in the afternoon Instead of crying because you were gone too soon All these memories twist around in my head Slept on the floor at the cottage there was no bed We played On sand hills We stayed Wherever you said we will You calmed the storm You kept us warm You took us out to dinner Until you got sicker, thinner Wasting away I always knew you couldn't stay We'll go into the garden I'll start crying again Water the flowers with the tears from my eyes We all saw this coming but it still took me by surprise Daffodils, daisies, ornaments Beautiful things I'll never forget I'm so scared Are you too I was not prepared So now I just think about Visits to your house Yeah I just think About mouse trap About rocking horses About dreams come true I just think about you

Why don't we stop foolin' ourselves? The game is over, over, over No good times, no bad times There's no times at all Just The New York Times Sittin' on the windowsill Near the flowers We might as well be apart It hardly matters, we sleep separately And drop a smile passin' in the hall But there's no laughs left 'Cause we laughed them all And we laughed them all In a very short time Time is tapping on my forehead Hangin' from my mirror Rattlin' the teacups And I wonder- How long can I delay? We're just a habit, like saccharin And I'm habitually feelin' kinda blue But each time I try on the thought of leavin' you I stop I stop and think it over

Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on Oh, Lord, why have you forsaken me? I got no place to go I've walked around Soho for the last night or so Ah, but it doesn't matter, no Blessed is the land and the kingdom Blessed is the man whose soul belongs to Blessed are the meth drinkers, pot sellers, illusion dwellers Oh, Lord, why have you forsaken me? My words trickle down From a wound that I have no intention to heal Blessed are the stained glass, window pane glass Blessed is the church service, makes me nervous Blessed are the penny rookers, cheap hookers, groovy lookers Oh, Lord, why have you forsaken me? I, I have tended my own garden much too long

Cloudy The sky is gray and white and cloudy Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me And it's a hitchhike a hundred miles I'm a ragamuffin child Pointed finger, painted smile I left my shadow waitin' down the road for me a while Cloudy My thoughts are scattered and they're cloudy They have no borders, no boundaries They echo and they swell From Tolstoy to Tinker Bell Down from Berkeley to Carmel Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to kill Hey, sunshine I haven't seen you in a long time Why don't you show your face and bend my mind? These clouds stick to the sky Like a floating question, "Why?" They linger there to die They don't know where they're going and, my friend, neither do I Cloudy Cloudy Cloudy Cloudy Cloudy

Old friends, old friends Sat on their park bench like bookends A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes Of the high shoes of the old friends Old friends, winter companions, the old men Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset The sounds of the city sifting through trees Settle like dust on the shoulders of the old friends Can you imagine us years from today Sharing a park bench quietly? How terribly strange to be 70 Old friends, memory brushes the same years Silently sharing the same fears

Lena's been burning both ends of her candle She's over her head in complication and scandal But Lena takes her troubles in stride As she runs to the bottle To confess and confide Lena surrenders Lena has taken to flaunting her passions Offers herself in the boldest of fashion But Lena says it's under control As she looks to the bottle To calm and console Lena surrenders Lena Surely you don't believe By hiding in bottles you'll never relieve All the pain love has brought you The fire and the cold Lena Take heart Take heart Lena Surely you don't believe By hiding in bottles you'll never relieve All the pain love has brought you The fire and the cold Lena Take heart Take heart Take heart Take heart Lena! Lena! Take heart Lena! Lena