Oh oh oh, the sweetest thing I'm losing you Ain't love the sweetest thing Baby's got blue skies up ahead Oh oh, the sweetest thing My love she throws me like a rubber ball She won't catch me or break my fall But in this I'm a rain cloud You know she

I gotta know tonight If you're alone tonight Can't stop this feeling Oh, I get hysterical, hysteria Oh can you feel it, do you believe it? It's such a magical mysteria When you get that feelin', better start believin' 'Cause it's a miracle, oh say you

Oh, dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light. Queen of Light took her bow And then she turned to go, The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom And walked the night alone. The dark Lord rides in force tonight And time will tell us all. Oh, throw

Oh, where oh where can my baby be? The Lord took her away from me She's gone to heaven, so I got to be good So I can see my baby when I leave this world. We were out on a date in my daddy's car We hadn't driven very far There in the road, up straight

Oh, you're my kingdom come So sit me on your throne A love so deep, nothing else like it Scars go deep, but they can't find it Flame so bright make the daylight look dark Cross my heart, that I'll die for you Cross my heart, that I'll always keep you

I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter I'll be glad I got 'em And make believe it came from you I'm gonna write words, oh, so sweet They're gonna knock me off my feet A lotta kisses at the bottom I'm gonna smile and say I hope you're feeling

Because the night life It ain't no good life but it's my life When that ev'nin' sun goes down Yeah, you'll find me hangin' around Yeah, yeah, yeah listen to the blues Listen to what they're sayin' Oh, please listen to the blues Listen to the blues

And he shall be Levon And he shall be a good man He shall be Levon He was born a pauper To a pawn on a Christmas day When the New York Times Said God is dead and the war's begun Alvin Tostig has a son today In tradition with the family plan, woo

Oh, frisky, yeah, yeah Put a little tickle on the Jones' head Turn off the lights and go to bed I'll be down when you're gone Call me back on the telephone Lil ole, lil' ole, lil' ole name and a title I gets all the way down If I don't keep smilin'

Oh have you seen my dear companion For he was all this world to me Written by Jean Ritchie © 1976 Geordie Music Pub Co. I hear he's gone to some far country And that he cares no more for me I wish I were a swallow flying I'd fly to a high and