Sandie' s gone Listen to the bluebird crying in the air He's just heard, Sandie's gone, Sandie's gone Looking at the whip rower, there's always none to spare Shed a new tear, Sandie's gone, Sandie's gone Some people say there ain't nothing like being a man Be that as it may, I just couldn't give a damn There are times in a man's life when all he wants to do is lay down and die What good is being a man when the boy inside you wants to cry? The sun heard all about it, his tears they fell like rain What a shame, Sandie's gone, Sandie's gone The winter came unnoticed and took me unaware I don't care, Sandie's gone, Sandie's gone And some people say there ain't nothing like being a man. Be that as it may, I just couldn't give a damn. There are times in a man's life when all he wants to do is lay down and die. What good is being a man when the boy inside you wants to cry? Sandie's gone, Sandie's gone Heading home again I'm going away till tomorrow come I wanna see what the new day's brung And if the weather's favorable and it don't look like rain, I'll pack my bags and head home again I wanna be where that green grass grows I wanna see the place I love the most Where they know very little about sorrow and pain I'm gonna pack my bags and head home again I'm gonna soak in all those familiar faces, pull myself together as we gaze upon each other I'll tell them all about those far away places I'll tell my sister and tell my brother, laugh with my faffy and cry with my mother I'm getting tired of all this hanging 'round And just as soon as first I'm settled down, I'm gonna swallow up my pride and bury down my shame I'm gonna pack my bags and head home again Yeah Unco-up showband blues Well, I tell all you pretty girls Hey, all you pretty girls with your pretty faces Yeah, I wanna tell all you pretty girls Mm, all you pretty girls with your pretty faces You know, do you ever meet these girls, baby Ho, but I say nothing and made no mistakes I got a job in a showband Working like a slave six nights and every Sunday Yeah, yeah, yeah You know they put me, put me on a weekly wage But I say nothing, no, and made, made no mistakes I got a job in a showband Working like a slave six nights and every Sunday Tadda-da, tadda-da, tadda-da, tadda-da, tadda Baby, baby, hey I'm old, do you ever meet, ever meet these girls But I say nothing and never made my big mistake. Oi' ll tell you later I think I could tell you what you need Come with us in the past where my virtue weren't here. People wouldn't understand if I told them we were friends But it's not them I care about, it's just a love that never mends You can laugh and have fun with others when you're runnin' around the town And I wish I knew what made you get in touch with me when things are down It's hard to accept this fact, that all you wanna do is talk People that you tell about would hardly settle for a walk But how can it be done again, with someone you already know all about? These are just the kind of friends I can easily do without You can laugh and have fun with others when you're runnin' around the town But I wish I knew what makes you get in touch with me when things are down I've said it before and I'll say it again 'Cause nothing than us ever gonna heals this pain that I've been left here waiting for, something that's gonna turn up for the best The time has come once more, for these thoughts need the rest

The man who never was Once, early on a crystal morning A punch at her hus's, it came without a warning The man who never was and who never will be His horse is slightly shored, number two score and three I spotted him unpaled against a frightened cloud Knew from the way he was going, he was heading south The man who never was and who never will be Racing through the air in preferance to land or sea The man who never was was the man who never is And the man who never was or is would always feel like this And if I were the man who never was or is, I would always feel there was something I had missed or lost Shouting to a steedge as they spread across the sky Picking up spin as the clouds began to dry The man who never was and who never will be, tracing a weary path of his infinity   Felicity Felicity, you and me, could we make it three if we only had the time? Imagine life as man and wife would be as yours and yours as mine, yeah Never mind the weather, birds of a feather, we'll stick together won't we, Felicity? When on the roads, drive carefully Remember you belong to me, don't take chances in the sea We'll sit and watch the sunshine charge and maybe cover our eyes, tell the man to turn the power off the TV We'll have a small celebration, just a few weeks vacation Whatever I do, we're free, you and me, Felicity, yeah Never mind the weather, birds of a feather, we'll stick together won't we? But still you're just a dream I'm talking 'bout Felicity Morning star avenue Nothing to lie in your pockets, don't give it a thought till later on Like a bulb without a socket, no one will bother to turn you on But who wants to know, who wants to know? No one wants to know Who wants to know, who wants to know? No one wants to know You've got no money to buy cheap wine Well, haven't you had enough for once? Like a summer without sunshine, it's been rain, just rain for months But who wants to know, who wants to know? No one wants to know Who wants to know, who wants to know? No one wants to know Nothing to lie in your pockets, don't give it a thought till later on Like a bulb without a socket, no one will bother to turn you on Virgo's daughter I'll tell you what are your lucky numbers, two, three, four and five I'll tell you what star you were born under, I've checked with the sky I know you've thought about destiny long before today What you believed before you met me, it's not hard to say Since we met, I'd like to bet, it was written in the stars Now you're here, it's all so clear, about Jupiter and Mars Hold out your hand, let me look at your palm, so I can read the lines You're still pure, of that I'm sure. Now I have learned your sign (Tonight is the night of the moon's eclipse.) Tonight is the night of the moon's eclipse. (With a little luck I get to kiss your lips.) With a little luck I get to kiss your lips (Everything is lucky now.) Everything is lucky now (And it's something on my rabbit's foot.) Pins on you to my rabbit's foot   New faces, old places Everybody knows this evening, this old house we'll be leaving forever And everybody knows we've had good times here, me and my old dad together A piece of paper says we have to go to make way for a wider road Auntie Queenie hides a tear as she sees back in all those years together And uncle John tries to hang on, only time has come to say "So long" forever People who will probably never know, they'll be using our house as a road They've promised us a new home, one to call our very own But what good are new places without old faces? Neighbours come to say goodbye, Reverend sprinted 'round every eye, "Don't cry" Kisses swap around like gold no one has to be told, this is goodbye They've promised us a new home, one to call our very own But what good are new places without old faces?