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Love Grows
The first time you kiss a girl
You think nobody in the world
Has ever felt the way you do
And as your love just keeps on growing
You think no one has a way of knowing
The love you feel.

There are those in love who sense the danger
Told of the arrival of some little stranger
They’ll have to learn to know
They think they have all the love there is
To divide it by one they think that they’ll get less

But love grows, oh love grows
Love grows and grows
Watch your love grow.

A little stranger makes your love grow stronger
You find your arms have got a little bit longer
To wrap around your family
What is it the more that you divide it
It just comes back multiplied

Chorus

Watching love, watching love, watching love grow.

Watching love grow is the best occupation
Living on through the next generation
Oh I know I know I know
What is it the more you give away
The more it seems to come your way

Watch your love grow.

One Heart
I’ve just been thinking what is wrong with us two
When things go wrong you know it hurts me too.
When things go wrong it tears us both apart.
It occurs to me we must share one heart, one heart.

You and me, babe, got one heart between two.
Yours beats for mine and mine beats for you.
One heart, baby, one heart between us two.
There’s so much between us, and yet we still fight.
And we put a little space between us in the bed at night.
One heart, baby, one heart between us two.

Sharing the lows, sharing the highs
We’ve got to get down before we can rise.
One heart, baby, one heart between us two.
You and me, babe, got one heart between two.
Yours beats for me, mine beats for you.
One heart, baby, one heart between us two.

Gold in California
I heard it said that all the seams had run out
I heard it said in the summertime even the rivers run dry
But here we come all the modern forty-niners
All come looking for gold in California.

They come looking for gold in California
They come looking for gold.

There’s devils on the streets of the city of the angels
Parades of freaks on Hollywood Boulevard
Hustlers and actors ain’t always on the lots
Getting the start is hard in California.

When you come looking for gold in California
When you come looking for gold.

And you never know how near you are
Like Paul on the Damascus road
When the canyon sun is going down slow
Oh, suddenly, oh, suddenly

You may feel cold in California.
You may feel cold.

Out on the mountain just before the canyon
Where the sun goes down like a blazing forest fire
Oh you may turn around and may miss your home companions
For the streams below run gold in California.

You come looking for gold in California
You come looking for gold.

And you never know how near you are
Like Paul on the Damascus road
When the canyon sun is going down slow
Oh suddenly, oh suddenly

You may find gold in California
There’s gold in California, keep looking for gold
There’s gold in California, keep looking for gold in California.

Van Nuys (Cruise Night)
Down in the valley something stirs
You don’t need no jaguar or thunderbird
Get down under the valley skies
And go cruising on Van Nuys.

Van Nuys cruise night
Van Nuys cruise night
Get down under the valley skies
And go cruising on Van Nuys

Got new shocks on my “fifty-five”
And I keep the shift in low
We don’t need to jump the lights
I ride the boulevard real slow.

Wednesday night change my luck
I’m going to get that blonde in the pickup truck
When I get down under the valley skies
And go cruising on Van Nuys.

Wednesday night do what I can
I don’t anticipate no trouble from the man
When I get down under the valley skies
And go cruising on Van Nuys.

Cruising on Van Nuys . . .

Traces
No one ever hurt me the way that you hurt me.
No one ever made me feel as good.
No one ever wounded me and left the knife inside
And I don’t believe now anybody could.

And I’ve no wish to relive the past
It would only make me blue
Maybe it was the way she rose from the chair
A trace of perfume in the air
Whatever it was there was something there
That reminded me of you.

Ain’t it funny how the heart remembers
Just when you thought it had all gone
It only takes a stone to start an avalanche
And the heart knows how to respond.
 

Heroes and Villains
In the book of life there are heroes and villains
And false trails fooling you
It’s a comedy, it’s a tragedy
Where lies get mixed with the truth.

As you live the story you can be excused
Thinking you know it all
You’re on the right road you take a wrong turn
You find yourself down some dark alley
Up against the wall

A chapter closes but it ain’t over
Until the story ends.
A chapter closes another chapter begins.

In the book of life there are heroes and villains
Mysterious turns of the wheel
Fortune and chance that’s the name of romance
Sometimes sweet love you got to steal
So just live the story, don’t be made a fool
Thinking you know how it will end,
A hero turns out to be a villain sometimes
And a villain becomes your friend.

A chapter closes but it ain’t over
Until the story ends
A chapter closes, another chapter begins

Heroes and villains and false trails
Running away and losing you on the bend.
Heroes and villains and heartache
Like the time when your girl ran off with your best friend

So just live the story, don’t be made a fool
Thinking you will know how it will end
A hero turns out to be a villain sometimes
And a villain becomes your best friend
Heroes and villains, false trails
Running away and losing you on the bend
 

Harry (Don’t Go)
If Harry go back to Guyana
Some of the ladies will surely cry
If Harry go back to Guyana
Some of the ladies will surely cry.

They say don’t go, don’t go Guyana
Don’t listen to them
That may be telling you to
Hey don’t go, don’t go Guyana
Cos what would them old ones
What will them old folks
What will them old ones do?

Whose strong arms would carry them down
To the bathroom and slip off their dressing gown?
Whose warm voice would soothe their fears?
A little tea and sympathy in the fading years.

Don’t you go, don’t go Guyana
Don’t listen to them
That may be telling you to
Hey don’t go, don’t go Guyana
Cos what would them old ones
What will them old folks
What will them old ones do?
If Harry go back to Guyana
There’ll be silence in the old mens’ room
If Harry go back to Guyana
There’ll be silence in the old mens’ room.

They say don’t go, don’t go Guyana
Tuna fish boats
May be calling you home
Hey don’t go, don’t go Guyana
Cos what would them old ones
What will them old folks
What will them old ones do?

Who is it turning the old men on
He give them something to smoke
With their old Holborn
Who is it telling them romantic lies?
Put a little spark back into tired old eyes.

They say don’t go, don’t go Guyana
Don’t listen to them
That may be telling you to
Hey don’t go, don’t go Guyana
Cos what would them old ones
What will them old folks
What will them old ones do?
 

Autumn
Spring’s spark’s what you’re waiting for
Kindling into summer
Long the days until the flame
Burns into September
Winter’s only sleeping through
The ash of autumn’s embers
Because the leaves can fall
I know I should feel glad
The seasons can return again
But autumn makes me sad.
 

Promises
Till the desert brings forth fruit
Till romance gives way to truth
Till a castle’s built on sand
I will love you all I can.

Till all men one day are free
Or until blind faith can see
And when hunger’s vanished too
I will hunger after you.

Promises are so easily made
Sometimes it’s hard to see them through
But you must know how I love you
Some of mine are coming true.

Till a hare sleeps with a hound
Or till they weigh love by the pound
Until fear has vanished too
I’ll be scared of losing you.

For a desert brings forth fruit
And romance sells more than truth
Sun to moon and sea to sky
I will love you till I die
I will love you till I die.
 

Bonus Tracks
 
Banjo Man
Last night I watched a banjo man
In a bar just down the street
It’s a place where music’s always heard
Where players often meet

They sing of troubles and of love
And trouble that love brings
They sing of what is over now
But this man sang about spring.

Last night I watched this banjo man
Make us forget to drink
He told us tales we’d heard before
But this time made us think

Of childhood days and the promises
From fingers picking on the strings
It’s raining on the street outside
But this man sang about spring.

Last night I watched the banjo man
Release us back on to the street
With our defences lowered some
And our conclusions neat

Of course he’s crazy, ain’t we all?
If we join in and sing
And this old world can grumble on
While one man sings about spring.
 

Trouble I’m In
Oh the trouble I’ve found is the trouble I’m in
The judgement goes out when the whiskey goes in

The trouble I’ve found is just the trouble I’m in
It happens over and over and over and over again.

What keeps a man out late at night
Get back home and curse his wife

The trouble I’ve found is just the trouble I’m in
It happens over and over and over and over again.

What makes a man throw a punch at his friend
Judgement goes out when the whiskey goes in

There’s one little question I’ve got to ask
Does an ugly girl get prettier every glass

What makes a man think he can race the law
When he’s got a Ford and they got Jaguars

The trouble I’ve found is just the jail I’m in
It happens over and over and over and over again.

It’s one for the road for my friend
Wake up in the morning say never again
 

Wish I Could Pray
When I was a child I thought as a child
We sang hymns at the close of the day
But now I’m a man I think like a man
But sometimes I wish I could pray.

Just to thank someone when the danger is past
When returned to your family and friends
Or for comfort when you are tired and you’re scared
Or got problems that seem will not end.

Sometimes I wish I could pray
Sometimes I wish I could pray
Most of the time I’m doing ok
But there are sometimes I wish I could pray.

Just to thank someone for the stars and the sun
For the cry of a baby at birth
To believe there’s a home way up in the sky
When our journey is done on this earth.

Sometimes I wish I could pray
Sometimes I wish I could pray
Most of the time I’m doing ok
But there are sometimes I wish I could pray.

To believe everything has been planned in advance
By one who keeps watch and is pleased
Or to lift up your eyes and to thank someone
When you’re humbled and brought to your knees.

I’m Looking Over My Shoulder For You
I’m looking over my shoulder for you
I keep a mirror in my pocket
So I can sneak a backward view
I’m scared out of my life
In my boot I keep a switch blade knife
I’m looking over my shoulder
Since I heard what she planned to do.

I’m looking over my shoulder for you.
I got a mirror in my pocket
So that I can sneak a backward view
I was just having a little bit of fun
She thought a love affair had begun
I’m looking over my shoulder
Since I heard what she planned to do.

Hell don’t have no fury
Like a woman that’s been done wrong
I was just having a little bit of fun
She said I was stringing her along

I’m looking over my shoulder for you.
I got a mirror in my pocket
So that I can sneak a backward view
I don’t walk down any dark street,
I’m scared of who I might happen to meet
I’m looking over my shoulder
Since I heard what she planned to do.

Hell don’t have no fury
Like a woman that’s been done wrong
I was just having a little bit of fun
She thought a love affair had begun.

I’m looking over my shoulder for you
I keep a mirror in my pocket
So I can sneak a backward view
I’m scared out of my life
In my boot I keep a switch blade knife
I’m looking over my shoulder
Since I heard what she planned to do.

If I Don’t Get Home
If I don’t get home
If I don’t get home real soon
I’m scared of what I may not find
If I don’t get home.

If I don’t get home real soon
I’m scared of what I may not find.

I’m not complaining about life on the road
It sure has been good to me
If I didn’t have you
Oh, what would I do
Where, oh where would I be?

When I’m at home I think of the road
When I’m travelling all I think about is you.
In my hotel room
In the dark before the dawn
I fear the change you may be going through.

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