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The Señorita Song (Sooner Or Later)
Words and Music by Glenn Diamond
Copyright © 1986 Paradise Park Music (ASCAP)
There was a time when I thought that for every ounce of my devotion
A heart out there somewhere would echo with love
But as I watch the years just roll by it seems a fanciful notion
And now I no longer know what I'm sure of
I'm runnin' to her, she's runnin' to him
Oh, why can't we see the mess that we're in
And on the evenings you came crying, do your remember what you were saying?
That it was over and time to move on
Well, I know the tears were real but it was a game that you were playing
And I'm getting tired of being your pawn
I'm runnin' to her, she's runnin' to him
Oh, why can't we see the mess that we're in
Love is the answer say all the wise men
Fear not to give your heart away
Keeping track -- I don't believe it but I'm holding on
Sooner or later she's coming my way
Love is the answer say all the wise men
Fear not to give your heart away
I know what you're thinking but I won't hold on
Sooner or later she's coming my way
So when that morning sun comes rising I'm running down into the ocean
Feel those cleansing waters wash over me
And I'll watch those waves go rolling by in perpetual motion
While the rivers sing me in sweet harmony
The wires get crossed, but love's never lost
Someday we'll see the mess that we're in
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Sara (The Sound of Rain)
05:10
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Sara (The Sound Of Rain)
Words and Music by Glenn Diamond
Copyright © 1986 Paradise Park Music
Ever since I was a young man I have tried to steer my way
Between the glory of the stars and the troubles of my day
Now a new storm is coming, I can feel it on the rise
And the glory I'm needing is the light in your eyes
There's an aching in my heart, there's a crying in the land
And, Lord knows, I'm trying to understand
Sara, please be mine tonight
Can I lay by your side 'til the morning light
If I can hear your heart beat it'll be alright
Sara, please be mine tonight
When I wake up in the morning and hear the sound of rain
It feels like a mystery no one can explain
Just from where comes the darkness, and where comes the dawn
How do I know when it's time to move on
I'm alone on the mountain, I'm alone in the crowd
Love -- it's a mystery to humble the proud
Chorus
Keeping up with your dreams and I'm running out of breath
But looking backwards, that's the kiss of death
Yes, I hear what you're saying, and I know that it's true
The day is coming when our judgement is due
We'll be cleansed of the madness, or broken by our fear
The choice, it's ours, and the time is near
Chorus
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Love Is A Rose
02:58
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Besame Mucho
03:38
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(Instrumental version)
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The Children of Paradise
06:01
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The Children Of Paradise
Words & Music by Glenn Diamond
Copyright © 1986 Paradise Park Music (ASCAP)
Just yesterday I saw an old French film where the people loved, yeah, but all in vain -- ˜cause at story's end everybody was unhappy
It made me think about a girl I know, yeah with big brown eyes and a pretty smile but she won't look my way no matter how I try to tell her
And then I think about the friends I know sittin' home alone with no place to go wonderin' if this shit gonna be this way forever
People, the time is coming now, we've got to remember
Wasn't so long ago there was love-light in our eyes
We know that Summer's sun turns to cold nights in December
But long as your heart is yearnin'
For love's wheels turning inside you realize
We're all the children of paradise in the long run
See Monterey where the cypress trees stand up to the wind and the prophet's voice still lives on today and rings out across the water
Or Inverness where the rain beat down and rivers rode and the houses fell and the people learned to reach out to one another
And over Shasta I see William Blake, yes, and Marc Chagall turnin' somersaults in the crystal air while the sun warms all the valleys
People, the time is coming now, we've got to remember
Wasn't so long ago there was love-light in our eyes
We know that Summer's sun turns to cold nights in December
But long as your heart is yearnin'
For love's returning to guide you realize
We're all the children of paradise in the long run
We're all the children of paradise in the long run
We're all the children of paradise when the morning comes and the shadows fade and the light pours down in a gold parade and I look around, see the one I love dreamin' of the day that we reach out to one another
And over Shasta I see William Blake, yes, and Marc Chagall turnin' somersaults in the crystal air while the sun warms all the valleys
People, the time is coming now, we've got to remember
Wasn't so long ago there was love-light in our eyes
We know that Summer's sun turns to cold nights in December
But long as your heart is yearnin'
For love's returning to guide you realize
We're all the children of paradise in the long run
We're all the children of paradise in the long run
We're all the children of paradise in the long run ...
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Nights in White Satin
03:58
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