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Moody Blues Om

skys all cry Om, om, heaven, om The earth turns slowly round Far away the distant sound Is with us everyday Can you hear what it say Om, om, heaven, om

(Justin Hayward) Tuesday afternoon, I'm just beginning to see, now I'm on my way. It doesn't matter to me, chasing the clouds away. Something, calls

You know he's movin' fast Be he's still goin' slow He's ahead in the race And there is not far to go And your load is so heavy And your legs wanna rest

Why do we never get an answer When we're knocking at the door With a thousand million questions About hate and death and war It's where we stop and look

Evening has come to pass, The time of day doesn't last. Evening has earned its place today, I'm tired of working away. Working, living, it brings, Only

Rise, let us see you, Dawning is the day. Miss, misty meadow, You will find your way. Wake up in the morning, to yourself, And leave this crazy life behind

After he had journeyed and his feet were sore And he was tired, he came upon an orange grove And he rested and he lay in the cool And while he rested,

When the breeze between us calls, Love comes and lingers into our lives. And the leaves begin to fall, You point your finger at me. I love you, yeah.

Evening has come to pass, The time of day doesn't last. Evening, has earned it's place today, I'm tired of working away. Working, living, it brings,