To whom it may concern, You've found another love, I know To whom it may concern, My heart won't ever let you go. You tore my heart apart When you found somebody new, But you found out that your heart Could be broken, too. So to whom it may concern, You've learned that heartache has no pride, Pretending unconcerned won't stop the tears You try to hide. And when you're all alone With just a memory, That's when I'll bet you'll learn The one who's most concerned is me. And when you're all alone With just a memory, That's when I'll bet you'll learn The one who's most concerned ...is me.

When I was small And Christmas trees were tall We used to laugh while others used to play Don't ask me why But time has passed us by Someone else moved in from far away Now we are tall And Christmas trees are small And you don't ask the time of day But you and I Our love will never die To kiss and cry, "Come, first of May" The apple tree that grew for you and me I watched the apples falling one by one And I recall the moment of them all The day I kissed your cheek and you were gone Now we are tall And Christmas trees are small And you don't ask the time of day But you and I Our love will never die To kiss and cry, "Come, first of May" When I was small And Christmas trees were tall Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo Don't ask me why But time has passed us by Someone else moved in from far away

It's time to bid this whole world goodbye. Oh, glory, time to fly away. We'll meet our savior in the sky. Hallelujah, the 21st of May Sinner, heed these words of mine 'Bout the coming Judgment Day. Yes, the end is drawing nigh. Hallelujah, the 21st of May They laughed while Noah built his boat, Then cried when came the rain. They mock me now, but I will float On the 21st of May Well, I've never been so sure And I've never led no one astray. 'Cept in the fall of '94. But Hallelujah, the 21st of May They laughed while Noah built his boat, Then cried when came the rain. They mock me now, but I will float On the 21st of May. They mock me now, but I will float On the 21st of May Hallelujah, the 21st of May

Well, I've walked these streets A virtual stage, it seemed to me Makeup on their faces Actors took their places next to me Well, I've walked these streets In a carnival of sights to see All the cheap thrill seekers The vendors and the dealers, they crowded around me Have I been blind, have I been lost inside Myself and my own mind? Hypnotized, mesmerized By what my eyes have seen? Well, I've walked these streets In a spectacle of wealth and poverty In the diamond market the scarlet welcome carpet That they just rolled out for me And I've walked these streets In the madhouse asylum they can be Where a wild eyed misfit prophet on a traffic island stopped And he raved of saving me Have I been blind, have I been lost inside Myself and my own mind? Hypnotized, mesmerized By what my eyes have seen? Have I been wrong, have I been wise To shut my eyes and play along Hypnotized, paralyzed By what my eyes have found By what my eyes have seen What they have seen Have I been blind? (Blind) Have I been lost? (Lost) Have I been wrong? (Have I been wrong?) Have I been wise? (Have I been wise?) Have I been strong? Have I been hypnotized, mesmerized By what my eyes have found? (By what my eyes have found?) In that great street carnival Have I been blind? (Blind) Have I been lost? (Lost) Have I been wrong? (Have I been wrong?) Have I been wise? (Have I been wise?) Have I been strong? Have I been hypnotized, mesmerized By what my eyes have found? (By what my eyes have found?) In that great street carnival In that carnival (It's crazy, yeah) (Have I been hypnotized, mesmerized) (By what my eyes have found?) (By what my eyes have found) (In that great street carnival)

Gonna get what's mine and wild horses couldn't keep it from me. Papa says I'm a golden child and the whole world's gonna fall at my feet. It's all coming to me. Going down picking when it's harvest time, Gonna get my share, gonna get what's mine for me. Sun is a-blazing down but I don't mind; I'm picking, I'm digging, it's harvest time for me. When I get my little eye on it, When I get my little mind on it, you best believe. Ole sweet tooth aching in my head, Gonna fill my belly to the brim, oh yes indeed! Hive is a-buzzing in a hollow tree And I don't care if I gotta kill a little honeybee. When I get my little eye on it, When I get my little mind on it, you best believe. Oh my, it's all coming to me. Gonna get what's mine and wild horses couldn't keep it from me. Papa says I'm a golden child and the whole world is gonna fall at my feet. It's all coming to me. Pumpin' and a-suckin' till the well is dry, Nobody's booming in these busted times like me. Down in Texas where the cattle don't roam Oil is a-dripping and the savings and loans, they bleed. When I get my little eye on it, When I get my little mind on it, you best believe. Oh my, it's all coming to me. Papa came along and he shook the tree; Down came a bushel and a peck for me. Papa shooed away all the honeybees. Papa dug a well and it flowed for me. Papa caught the mother-lode fish for me. Papa set a fire and it burned for me. Papa put a skillet in the flame to fry; Papa filled this little silver spoon of mine. Papa said the Lord took a shine to me. Papa said I gotta set the whole world free. Papa said how it's gonna be.

Griselda is greedy, I'm sorry to say. She isn't contented with four meals a day, Like breakfast and dinner and supper and tea (I've had to put tea after supper-you see Why, don't you?) Griselda is greedy as greedy can be. She snoops about the larder For sundry small supplies, She breaks the little crusty bits Off rims of apple pies, She pokes the roast-potato-dish When Sunday dinner's done, And if there are two left in it Griselda snitches one; Cold chicken and cold cauliflower She pulls in little chunks- And when Cook calls: "What are you doing there?" Griselda bunks. Griselda is greedy. Well, that's how she feels, She simply can't help eating in-between meals, And always forgets what it's leading to, though The Doctor has frequently told her: "You know Why, don't you?" When the stomach-ache starts and Griselda says: "Oh!" She slips down to the dining-room When everyone's in bed, For cheese-rind on the supper-tray, And buttered crusts of bread, A biscuit from the biscuit-box, Lump sugar from the bowl, A gherkin from the pickle-jar, Are all Griselda's toll; She tastes the salted almonds, And she tries the candied fruits- And when Dad shouts: "Who is it down below?" Griselda scoots. Griselda is greedy. Her relatives scold, And tell her how sorry she'll be when she's old, She will lose her complexion, she's sure to grow fat, She will spoil her inside-does she know what she's at?- (Why do they?) Some people are greedy. Leave it at that.