Art Garfunkel Waters Of March

A stick, a stone, it’s the end of the road,

It’s the rest of a stump, it’s a little alone,

It’s a sliver of glass, it is life, it’s the sun,

It is night, it is death, it’s a trap, it’s a gun.

The oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush,

The nod of the wood, the song of a thrush,

The wood of the wing, a cliff, a fall,

A scratch, a lump, it is nothing at all.

It’s the wind blowing free, it’s the end of a slope,

It’s a bean, it’s a void, it’s a hunch, it’s a hope.

And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March,

It’s the end of the strain, it’s the joy in your heart.

The foot, the ground, the flesh and the bone,

The beat of the road, a sling-shot stone,

A truckload of bricks in the soft morning light,

The shot of a gun in the dead of the night.

A mile, a must, a thrust, a bump,

It’s a girl, it’s a rhyme, it’s a cold, it’s the mumps.

The plan of the house, the body in bed,

And the car that got stuck, it’s the mud, it’s the mud.

Afloat, adrift, a flight, a wing,

A cock, a quail, the promise of spring.

And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March,

It’s the promise of life, it’s the joy in your heart.

A point, a grain, a bee, a bite,

A blink, a buzzard, a sudden stroke of night,

A pin, a needle, a sting, a pain,

A snail, a riddle, a wasp, a stain.

A snake, a stick, it is John, it is Joe,

A fish, a flash, a silvery glow.

And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March,

It’s the promise of life in your heart, in your heart.

A stick, a stone, the end of the load,

The rest of a stump, a lonesome road.

A sliver of glass, a life, the sun,

A night, a death, the end of the run.

And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March,

It’s the end of all strain, it’s the joy in your heart.

Art Garfunkel In Cars

Went to school In Cars, in our cars, pretty girls,

Cruisin’ after the game, watchin’ radio.

Let your baby know In Cars, restaurant mobile,

Two behind the wheel like double-neck guitars,

In our cars.

We fell in love In Cars, in a car at the show,

Silhouettes on the glass, memories in chrome.

Take your baby home In Cars, everything was warm,

What a perfect form underneath the stars,

In our cars

(I remember you, everything was new.

Talking in the dark, everything was true.)

If you go when the snowflakes storm

When the rivers freeze and summer ends,

Please see she has a coat so warm

To keep her from the howling winds.

If you’re travelin’ in the North Country fair

Where the winds get heavy on the border line,

Remember me to one who lives there

For she once was a true love of mine

Art Garfunkel One Less Holiday

Don’t know what to do,

Someone that I knew

Never strayed from home

When I’d leave her alone.

Now I watch the people on the street,

Fix myself a drink,

Try not to think

Of the someone I knew.

One Less Holiday

As time slips away.

And all that’s left is

One Less Holiday.

Art Garfunkel Daydream

What a day for a daydream

What a day for a daydreamin’ boy

And I’m lost in a daydream

Dreamin’ bout my bundle of joy

And even if time ain’t really on my side

It’s one of those days for takin’ a

Walk outside

I’m blowin’ the day to take a walk

In the sun

And fall on my face on somebody’s

New mowed lawn

I’ve been havin’ a sweet dream

I’ve been dreamin’ since I woke up

Today

It’s starred me and my sweet dream

‘Cause she’s the one makes me feel

This way

And even if time is passin’ me by a lot

I couldn’t care less about the dues you

Say I got

Tomorrow I’ll pay the dues for droppin’

My load

A pie in the face for bein’ a sleepy

Bull toad

And you can be sure that if you’re

Feelin’ right

A daydream will last a long into

The night

Tomorrow at breakfast you may pick

Up your ears

Or you may be daydreamin’ for a

Thousand years

What a day for a daydream

Custom made for a daydreamin’ boy

And I’m lost in a daydream

Dreamin’ ’bout my bundle of joy

Art Garfunkel 99 Miles From L.A.

Keeping my eyes on the road, I see you.

Keeping my hands on the wheel, I hold you.

99 Miles From L.A., I kiss you, I miss you, please be there.

Passing the white sandy beach, we’re sailing.

Turning the radio on, we’re dancing.

99 Miles From L.A., I want you, I need you, please be there.

The windshield is covered with rain, I’m cryin’.

Pressing my foot on the gas, I’m flyin’.

Counting the telephone poles, I phone you.

Reading the signs on the road, I write you.

99 Miles From L.A., we’re laughing, we’re loving, please be there.

Counting the telephone poles, I phone you.

Reading the signs on the road, I write you.

99 Miles From L.A., we’re laughing, we’re loving, please be there.

Art Garfunkel Long Way Home

The answer took some searching for

But you think you understand

With the lights still off

Our clothes still on the floor

And your head in your hands

You say she’s holding you back

And bringing you down

You’re all out of reasons to stick around

It’s time to think of yourself

In spite of her tears

And break your vow of so many years

Well don’t get me wrong

I like what I hear

And even if it’s true

I have to ask

‘Cause I wanna be absolutely clear

Just what am I to you

Oh I’m your light in the dark

Your breath of fresh air

The love of your life

The answer to all your prayers

No, I am just your long way home

I know it, you’ll know it soon

I am just your long way home

You’re welcome

That morning the day had finally come

For somebody to lose

You kissed me hard and walked out of my door

To give her the bad news

But I followed you there

Like the sick fuck I am

To see what she’d do when you said goodbye again

She opened the door

She opened her arms

And you fell into them like a baby

And there from my car

I became your long way home

I knew it, you know it now

I was just your long way home

I knew it, she knows it now

I was just your long way home

You’re welcome

Art Garfunkel The French Waltz

Well there won’t be no stars

Coming out in the sky

Tonight when my baby walks by

Oh they know that they can’t hold a

Candle to the look in her eye

Now I know that I’m not

The wisest of men

I guess mines the look of a fool

But somewhere inside I feel everything

Looking at you

Quand je vois ton visage,

dans n’importe quel langage

La, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da

Je dis je t’aime, je dis je t’aime, je t’aime, Marie

When the old people look out their window

I know they’ll be happy to see

By the look in our eyes

True love hasn’t died in Paris

Quand je vois ton visage,

dans n’importe quel langage

La, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da

Quand je vois ton visage,

dans n’importe quel langage

La, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da

Art Garfunkel The Thread

At the corner of 53rd and the summer of ’62

The first time I felt the tug of what I call the thread of you

There at the Lever House

Street map across our thighs tracing the gateway

Leaning in close I’m feeling your fingertip

This time, this place

This state of grace

The promise of tomorrow

Your thread runs through

Park Avenue

Street of dreams and sorrow

Seven years up the road and two blocks south

On the run from a sudden rain with too much to talk about

On our knees we choose to end in St. Bartholomew’s

This time, this place

This state of grace

The promise of tomorrow

Your thread runs through

Park Avenue

Street of dreams and sorrow

This town is my every day but sometimes the grand design

Marries a common road to an uncommon time

By the Waldorf Astoria at 49th and now

Out of the uptown flood

Your face appears somehow in a passing car

Wearing a tiny scar

This time, this place

This state of grace

The promise of tomorrow

Your thread runs through

Park Avenue

Street of dreams and sorrow

Art Garfunkel In A Little While

I know it’s late but I can’t sleep tonight,

‘Cause I got something on my mind.

I could try one more time to turn out the light,

But I just can’t make myself unwind.

‘Cause every time I close my eyes I see your face,

And I find my eyes wide open, and I’m starin’ into space.

Some think it’s been too long this time,

I can hardly stand another day.

With all the miles and miles between us

Can it be that tomorrow holds a promise

Of joy for you and me?

In A Little While I’ll Be On My Way,

So hold on, baby, just-a one more day,

In A Little While I’ll Be On My Way, to you.

Oh, yeah.

Come tomorrow I’ll be home, and you can be satisfied,

‘Cause we can leave this lonely life behind.

In the mornin’ I can wake up with a smile

‘Cause I’ll be on my way back home to you,

Feelin’ better by the mile.

In A Little While I’ll Be On My Way,

So hold on, baby, just-a one more day,

In A Little While I’ll Be On My Way, to you.

In A Little While I’ll Be On My Way,

So hold on, baby, just-a one more day.

In A Little While I’ll Be On My Way,

So hold on, baby, just-a one more day.

Art Garfunkel Good Luck Charm

I don’t want a four leaf clover

I don’t want a old horseshoe

I want your kiss

‘Cause I just can’t miss

With a good luck charm like you

C’mon and be my little good luck

charm uh huh huh

You sweet delight

I got a good luck charm

Hanging on my arm

To have, to hold

Tonight

I don’t want a silver dollar

A rabbit’s foot on a string

Happiness and your warm caress

No rabbit’s foot can bring

C’mon and be my little good luck

charm, uh huh huh

You sweet delight

I got a good luck charm

Hanging on my arm

To have, to hold

Tonight

Uh huh huh, uh huh huh, uh huh huh,

oh yeah

Uh huh huh, uh huh huh, uh huh huh,

oh yeah

If I found a lucky penny

I’d toss it across the bay

Your love is worth all the gold on earth

No wonder that I say

C’mon and be my little good luck

charm, uh huh huh

You sweet delight

I got a good luck charm

Hanging on my arm

To have, to hold

Tonight

Uh huh huh, uh huh huh, uh huh huh,

oh yeah

Uh huh huh, uh huh huh, uh huh huh,

oh yeah

Uh huh huh, uh huh huh, uh huh huh,

oh yeah