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Garfunkel Art Across America

the wall he slashes, Deep upon the advertising, A single worded poem comprised Of four letters. And his heart is laughing, screaming, pounding The poem across

(P. Simon) April come she will When streams are ripe and swelled with rain; May, she will stay, Resting in my arms again. June, she'll change her tune

(Mike Batt) Is it a kind of dream, Floating out on the tide, Following the river of death downstream? Oh, is it a dream? There's a fog along the horizon

(John Bucchino) I've got a roof over my head I've got a warm place to sleep Some nights I lie awake counting gifts Instead of counting sheep I've got

(George Motolo - John S.Marascalco) Good night, my love. Pleasant dreams and sleep tight my love. May tomorrow be sunny and bright, and bring you closer

(John Lennon - Paul McCartney) Who knows how long I've loved you D'you know I love you still Will I wait a lonely lifetime If you want me to, I will

(P. Simon/A. Garfunkel) Are you going to Scarborough Fair: Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. Remember me to one who lives there. She once was a true

(Paul Simon) Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again, Because a vision softly creeping, Left its seeds while I was sleeping,