I want your loving more and more I want your kisses that's for sure I die each time I hear the sound They're saying here he comes He's Cathy's clown You're Cathy's clown You know you've got to stand tall You know a man can't crawl

So sing to me Won't you sing me your sweet lullaby? Will you hold me? 'Cause all I need is somebody near me When my heart gets weak Somebody out there watching over me When I'm so tired, I can't even sleep Just the sound of your voice is the thing that I

I want your loving more and more I want your kisses that's for sure I die each time I hear the sound They're saying here he comes He's Cathy's clown You're Cathy's clown You know you've got to stand tall You know a man can't crawl

I want your loving more and more I want your kisses that's for sure I die each time I hear the sound They're saying here he comes He's Cathy's clown You're Cathy's clown You know you've got to stand tall You know a man can't crawl

I sit and watch As tears go by It is the evening of the day I sit and watch the children play Smiling faces I can see But not for me My riches can't buy everything I want to hear the children sing All I hear is the sound

Dance, dance We're falling apart to halftime And these are the lives you love to lead I'm two quarters and a heart down And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds Why don't you show me a little bit of spine Dance this is the way they'd love (way

Sorrow swallows my screams My story starts the day they said "she can't be found" the news so dark, heart stopped, I stood silent without a sound It's over, she's finished, mother lies with my father and sister too Cold-blooded, they suffered, shot down

We crawl on our knees for you Under a sky no longer blue We sweat all day long for you But we sow seeds to see us through But sometimes dreams just don't come true We crawl, all over you To the sound of a heartbeat pounding away To the rhythm of the

I want your loving more and more I want your kisses that's for sure I die each time I hear the sound They're saying here he comes He's Cathy's clown You're Cathy's clown You know you've got to stand tall You know a man can't crawl

Hey, ho, to the bottle I go To heal my heart and drown my woe Rain may fall and wind may blow But there still be many miles to go Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain And stream that falls from hill to plain Better than rain or rippling brook Is a mug