(lyrics and music by James Seals, 1969) From the albums SEALS AND CROFTS (1969) and SEALS AND CROFTS I AND II (1974). I’ll be here come winter when the cold winds blow. We’ll watch the geese together to see which way they go. And I won’t have to tell you, then I’m sure you’ll know….
kapkara bu ne suskun bir bulut bu sonsuz bu ne solgun bir deniz titreyen bir dudak bir kucuk haykiris gozlerin yorgun nemli sicagina sormayin bu ne gidis nereye tutmayin ellerimi beyhude birakip bir cicek bir kucuk hatira gozlerin sicak nemli kucagina yaralar, yaralar yuregimi karalar, karalar butun resimleri surerim yaralarin ustune giderim donulmez yemin sozlerime…
If you got Jack in your cup, go raise it up (Go raise it up, go raise it up) If you ain’t got enough, go fill it up (Go fill it up, go fill it up) (Chorus 1) (Danny) I’m gonna chase this whiskey with Patron I wanna girl in my lap with a Jagerbomb…
Aşka Değer Vermiyorsun Kıymet Nedir Bilmiyorsun Bir Yanıp Bir Sönüyorsun Sen Aşka Layık Değilsin Sevilmeye Ölünmeye Canım Gülümsün Demeye Seni Baştacı Etmeye Layık Değilsin Değilsin Ne Haldeyim Görmüyorsun Bana Hep Kör Bakıyorsun Kendin İçin Yaşıyorsun Sen Aşka Layık Değilsin
Yine efkarlandı gönlüm sen gelince aklıma Ne zaman dara düşsem sen gelirdin yanıma Sağıken bilemedik varamadım farkına Ah babam sağolsaydı, köşede otursaydı Karlı bir dağ gibiydi, başımızda dursaydı Günden düne çoğalıyor çekilmiyor derin acım Hayat belimizi büktü gönlünce yaşatmadım Yokluğunu çok aradım nasihatına muhtacım Ah babam sağolsaydı, köşede otursaydı Karlı bir dağ gibiydi, başımızda dursaydı
The parson came out one hot afternoon Us cowboys were laying around He said boys I’ve come out here to make ya’ll a deal It’s a good one that you won’t turn down Now I’ll ride the meanest bronc here on this place Stay with him ’till he bucks no more If next Sunday morning…
Til the very end We’ll be just as friends I’ve known you better You’ve seen my worst So let’s invent worse When a good night flounders and it’s over How good it was I tend to know By adding up or rounding down The evenings count of jokes Me and my hilkshare are trying that…
Pretty, in an ugly world Where the harlots hate you Beauty, walks among the beasts But they resent you Sickened, by your baby’s breathe It stings the noses Sinners, are like the weeds In a bed of roses Just a virgin in the midst of whores Exposing the pain Like picking the sores Just a…
You say you want to seek the truth, but it’s hard to find No one to help you, your friends don’t have the time So you ride around in your car. switch on the radio You want to relate to something you once read in a book What kind of a way to try to…
Out where the bright lights are glowing you’re drawn like a moth to a flame You laugh while the wine’s overflowing while I sit and whisper your name Four walls to hear me four walls to see four walls too near me closing in on me Sometimes I ask why I’m waiting but my walls…