Glen Campbell Be Honest With Me

Be honest with me dear whatever you do

Remember you’re mine love so always be true

Wherever you wander baby on land or on sea if you really love me be honest with me

My poor heart would break babe dear if you were untrue

Asleep or awake love oh I’ll dream about you

For you are my darling darling you’re all that I see

If you really love me be honest with me

Someday I’ll return oh and make you my own

And how I will yearn dear when I’m all alone

Oh I’ll never ever forget you baby and your sweet sweet memory

If you really love me be honest with me

Glen Campbell Ghost On The Canvas

I know a place between life and death for you and me

Let’s take hold on the threshold of eternity

And see the ghost on the canvas

People don’t see us ghost on the canvas

People don’t know when they’re looking at souls

In between here and there there’s a place that we can grow

Spirits make love in a wheat field with crows

Like a ghost on a canvas people don’t see them

Ghost on a canvas no oh oh oh

They never see souls

Ring around the rosary pocketful of prosary

Ashes to ashes we all fall in love

With ghost on the canvas

[riff]

We dream in colour others they colour their dreams

Takes one to know one a Spirit always knows when it’s seen

Like a ghost on a canvas never can happen

Ghost on a canvas

It’s the so oh oh ul that makes them goohhhhhh

People don’t know ohh ohhh ohhh

When they’re looking in so oh oh uls

Better take ho oooh ooh ld

I’m the ghost on the canvas

Glen Campbell Folk Singer

As I walk these narrow streets where a million passin’ feet are before me

With my guitar in my hand suddenly I realize nobody knows me

Well yesterday the motor toots screamed and cried my name out for a song

Now the streets are empty and the crowds they go on home

With the rain on my face there’s no place where I belong

And my whole life consists of a story of poem at a song

Now the truths I’ve tried to tell you are as distant as the moon

More than hundred years too late two hundred years too soon

I’m a child of the sage Lord’s been in the pages of a book

But when I’m dust and clay where other people stop and to look

And will they marvel and miracles and perform into the high size to the spider

Oh will they take the pages of the book to light of fire

With the rain on my face there’s no place where I belong