And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know wo wo wo God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who
me down When you're down and out When you're on the street When evening falls so hard, I will comfort you I'll take your part Oh, when darkness comes And
lies waiting silently for me Ev'ry day's an endless stream Of cigarettes and magazines And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories And
-doo, feelin' groovy Ba, da, da, da, da, da, da, feelin' groovy I've got no deeds to do, no promises to keep I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep
in their cages And the zoo keeper is very fond of rum Zebras are reactionaries Antelopes are missionaries Pigeons plot in secrecy And hamsters turn on frequently What a gas, you gotta come and
Hiding in my room Safe within my womb I touch no one, and no one touches me I am a rock I am an island And a rock feels no pain And an island never
a hill A sprinkling of leaves) Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme (Washes the grave with silvery tears) Between the salt water And the sea strand (A soldier cleans and
today Sharing a park bench quietly How terribly strange to be seventy Old friends Memory brushes the same years Quietly sharing the same fear Time it was, and
Here is my song for the asking Ask me and I will play So sweetly I'll make you smile This is my tune for the taking Take it, don't turn away I've been
come and architects may go And never change your point of view When I run dry, I stop awhile and think of you Architects may come and architects may go And
a pocketful of mumbles Such are promises All lies and jest Still the man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest When I left my home and
flashed with the night We walked on frosted fields Of juniper and lamplight I held your hand And when I awoke And felt you warm and near I kissed your
evening Mail it today if it's only to say That you're leaving me Monday morning, sitting in the sun Hoping and wishing for the mail to come Tuesday, never got a word Wednesday and
mine Oh, I know it's too late, dear old daddy To repay all those sorrows and cares Though dear mother is waiting in heaven Just to comfort and solace
scenery, she read her magazine And the moon rose over an open field "Kathy, I'm lost," I said, though I knew she was sleeping I'm empty and aching and
you" But my words, like silent raindrops fell And echoed in the wells of silence And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made And the sign
day Who am I to believe That the future we perceive Lies in danger and the dangers increase Who are we to demand That the leaders of the land Hear the voices of reason and
brown And they wither with the wind And they crumble in your hand I threw a pebble in a brook And watched the ripples run away And they never made a sound And
