Henry's Songbook

I hate to hear people cry
One is for sorrow, two is for joy
And love's a dove
That needs two wings to fly

Weeping and walking and silently talking
Turning away from the sun
The night time is falling and nobody's calling
To talk about what can be done

Walking in circles, talking of miracles
Watching the future pass by
Like a child on a seesaw wíthout any partner
Longing to fly in the sky

Here on the island there's fighting and dying
It seems we can never agree
There's so many answers, but where is the question
Maybe it's just you and me