Just a little more love Just a little more peace Is all it takes To live the dream To walk hand and hand We've got to understand And one day soon We'll live in harmony

I put my heart into your hands You're not hard to reach That I've ever known Oh, you are my everything Feeling like I'm breathing my last breath Feeling like I'm walking my last steps Look at all of these tears I've wept Look at all the promises that

I want to walk you home, please let me walk you home I love the way you walk I love to hear you talk I want to hold your hand, please let me hold your hand You look so good to me, oh-ooh-ee I wish I was the lucky guy who could walk you right on down the

Put on my blue suede shoes And I boarded the plane Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues In the middle of the pouring rain W. C. Handy Won't you look down over me Yeah I got a first class ticket But I'm as blue as a girl can be

Oh, walk away She's looking to love you There's nothing to say Just turn your head and walk away Lord she's handsome as she flows across the floor Nothing I've seen in my life has ever pleased me more She's got the look of freedom, and it makes you think

It's too bad it's too bad It's too bad we had no time to rewind Let's walk, let's talk Too late, so wrong, so long It's too late, so wrong, so long Father's hands are lined with dirt From long days in the field Mother's hands are serving meals

Take my hand Let's walk through love's door And be free from the world once more Here's my arms We can hide today And love the world away Every now and then When the world steps in Stealin' all our time away

This party, this party wasn't over Somebody, somebody should've told her Hands up in the air, still swaying That band she loves still playing She had this old boy from the boondocks Sweet talking, walking on moon rocks I wish somebody would've told her

All I want is somebody to love me like I do I'm burning up quiet fire Take my hand do with it what you will I'm in dire need You walk away nothing left to say but bye, bye blue eyes And I, no I don't understand Well you can call me half crazy call me

When an early autumn walks the land and chills the breeze And touches with her hand the summer trees, Perhaps you'll understand what memories I own. There's a dance pavilion in the rain all shuttered down, A winding country lane all russet brown, A