Shala la la la
Hold tight.
Shala la la la
It's gonna be alright.
These days are lost and long;
All things are crooked and cold;
I'm itching to be numb.
I don't wanna see or know.
Shala la la la
Hold me.
Shala la la la
Hold me.
Let me take you into my arms;
Shield you from weary and pain.
Who are they who’ve not known harm?
Oh love, I just can't say.
Shala la la la
Hold me tight
Shala la la la
It's gonna be alright
I'll sing you a tune –
When love dies in the dark.
A song for those who lose;
Life gone and took my spark.
Shala la la la
Hold me.
Shala la la la
Hold me.
The day is lost and long;
All things are crooked and cold.
We’re fixing to be numb.
I don't wanna see or know.
Shala la la la
Well it's alright.
Shala la la la
Get me through the night.
Shala la la la
It's gonna be alright.
Shala la la la
Hold me tight.
Shala la la la
Hold me tight.
Shala la la la
It's gonna be alright.
Shala la la la
It's gonna be alright.

Alas, winter has passed;
Spring comes on fast;
May flowers bloom.
A new tune to call forth a day;
New love hail new way;
For us all.
Arise! Dab sleep from your eyes;
Make way for strange times;
Advance to the sky!
Gone frost on pane;
Tomorrow we regain;
Days will be long.
For who knows what tales will unfold;
To be free of cold;
And the long winter’s night.
Alas, winter has passed;
Spring comes on fast;
Spring comes on fast.

One … for joy!
And one … for sorrow.
One for the hand –
That takes mine tomorrow.
One for the passing stranger.
And one for all of us who loves us:
A little danger!
La la la, la la la!
And what for those who scoff at our fun?
Well, for them there shall be none!
And only some for those who save and never spend.
For why shall they have when they don't care
for the little things they get?
And lest they be slow to take what's so graciously offered –
Well there's only more for us,
for we're the ones who bother!
La la la, la la la!
One … for joy!
And one … for sorrow
One for the hand that takes mine tomorrow.
One for the passing stranger.
And one for all of us who loves us:
A little danger!
La la la, la la la!

Texarkana en route to New Orleans –
My baby fell from his bike.
And I was told he lay conscious;
And he knew death would arrive.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

From weeping trees blue bottles hang –
And southern grass come covered with mist.
Could he not stay on the road we paved?
The dirt devours those who fall adrift.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

They took his body back to the Golden State;
Where his mother wept a sad goodbye.
And not a dry eye was to be seen –
Unless you looked into my eyes.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…