Suite: Judy Blue Eyes / Crosb, Stills, Nash & Young

 

 

 

Suite: Judy Blue Eyes                            - Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young -                 It's getting to the point                 Where I'm no fun anymore                 I am sorry                 Sometimes it hurts so badly                 I must cry out loud                 I am lonely                 I am yours, you are mine                 You are what you are                 And you make it hard -                 Remember what we've said and done and felt about each other                 Oh babe, have mercy                 Don't let the past remind us of what we are not now                 I am not dreaming.                 I am yours, you are mine                 You are what you are                 And you make it hard-                 Tearing yourself away from me now                 You are free and I am crying                 This does not mean I don't love you                 I do, that's forever, yes and for always                 I am yours, you are mine                 You are what you are                 And you make it hard-                 Something inside is telling me that                 I've got your secret. Are you still listening?                 Fear is the lock, and laughter the key to your heart                 And I love you.                 I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are                 And you make it hard-                 And you make it hard-                   Friday evening, Sunday in the afternoon                 What have you got to lose?                 Tuesday mornin', please be gone I'm tired of you.                 What have you got to lose?                 Can I tell it like it is? Help me I'm sufferin'                 Listen to me baby-Help me I'm dyin'                 It's my heart that's a sufferin', it's a dyin'                 That's what I have to lose                 I've got an answer                 I'm going to fly away                 What have I got to lose?                 Will you come see me                 Thursdays and Saturdays?                 What have you got to lose?                 Chestnut brown canary                 Ruby throated sparrow                 Sing a song, don't be long                 Thrill me to the marrow                                 Voices of the angels                                Ring around the moonlight                 Asking me, said she so free                 How can you catch the sparrow?                 Lacy, lilting, lady,                                  Losing love, lamenting                 Change my life, make it right                 Be my lady.                 Doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo                 Doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo                       Que linda me la traiga Cuba,                 la reina de la Mar Caribe.                 Cielo sol no tiene sangreahi,                 y que triste que no puedo vaya,                 Oh va, oh va, va.                                  (loosely translated as: How happy it makes me to think of Cuba,                  the smiles of the Caribbean Sea,                 Sunny sky has no blood, and how sad that                 I'm not able to go Oh go, oh go go)