Love And Blessings
Love and blessings
Simple kindness
Fell like rain on thirsty land
Fields and gardens
Long abandoned
Came to life in dust and sand
Lover's lips sweet as honey
Touched as if old love was new
Banker's pockets overflowing with gold and money
Prophesies of wealth come true
(Bop, bop, a whoa)
Ain't no song like an old song, Charlie
(Bop, bop, a whoa)
There ain't no song like an old song
(Bop, bop, a whoa)
There ain't no time like a good time Charlie
(Bop, bop, a whoa)
Ain't no times like the good times, Charlie
(Bop, bop, a whoa)
Whoa
Bop, bop, a whoa
Bop, bop, a whoa
Everywhere you look anywhere you go
Everybody working for the
(Bop, bop, a whoa)
Bop, bop, a whoa
Bop, bop, a whoa
Can't get enough of the
(Bop, bop, a whoa)
Bop, bop, a whoa
(Bop, bop, a whoa)
If the summer kept a secret
It was heaven's lack of rain
Golden days and amber sunsets
Let the scientists complain
Came the autumn, drained of color
Ghosts in the water beg for more
Maple trees just a little bit duller
Than the memory of the year before
In a word, or in an image
Something called me from my sleep
Love and blessings
Simple kindness
Ours to hold but not to keep.
Simple kindness
Fell like rain on thirsty land
Fields and gardens
Long abandoned
Came to life in dust and sand
Lover's lips sweet as honey
Touched as if old love was new
Banker's pockets overflowing with gold and money
Prophesies of wealth come true
(Bop, bop, a whoa)
Ain't no song like an old song, Charlie
(Bop, bop, a whoa)
There ain't no song like an old song
(Bop, bop, a whoa)
There ain't no time like a good time Charlie
(Bop, bop, a whoa)
Ain't no times like the good times, Charlie
(Bop, bop, a whoa)
Whoa
Bop, bop, a whoa
Bop, bop, a whoa
Everywhere you look anywhere you go
Everybody working for the
(Bop, bop, a whoa)
Bop, bop, a whoa
Bop, bop, a whoa
Can't get enough of the
(Bop, bop, a whoa)
Bop, bop, a whoa
(Bop, bop, a whoa)
If the summer kept a secret
It was heaven's lack of rain
Golden days and amber sunsets
Let the scientists complain
Came the autumn, drained of color
Ghosts in the water beg for more
Maple trees just a little bit duller
Than the memory of the year before
In a word, or in an image
Something called me from my sleep
Love and blessings
Simple kindness
Ours to hold but not to keep.
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Writer(s): Paul Simon
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