, oh baby, it's growing Like the tale by the time It's been told by more than one, it's growing Every day it grows a little more Than it was on the day
, it's growing. Like the tale by the time it's been told by more than one, wooo, it's growing. Everyday it grows a little more than it was the day before
it's growing. Like the tale by the time it's been told by more than one, wooo, it's growing. Everyday it grows a little more than it was the day before
can tell How I know you How I know you Enough of reminiscence, and such happy memories The reason why I know you well is really none of these It's just
's something about you, baby (I don't know) (Chorus) Isn't it amazing a man like me Can feel this way Tell me how much longer It will grow stronger every
James Taylor Sunny skies sleeps in the morning He doesn't know when to rise He closes his weary eyes upon the day Look at him yawning Throwing his morning
James Taylor A tree grows in my back yard It only grows at night Its branches they're all twisted Its leaves are afraid of light They say the blues is
born in may May grow bitter and jealous Faded and gray What shall I say? It's not another lovers game It doesn't seen to have a name It changes and remains
my time With a bunch of crazy people Yes, I been there before I don't need to go back no more I'm just a family man Like it or not I am a family man
follow (follow love) Follow love Oh, half the future and half the past They're waiting inside your eyes Yes, and after all of this To last and last Till at last it's
's no such thing as the wrong time He hops up on my knee Singing, get down pops It's song time Every now and then I'm a lonely man It's nice to know
so deep As the love I'm in I know not how I sink or swim Oh love is handsome And love is fine The sweetest flower When first it's new But love grows
the walking man walks on by Walk on by Most everybody's got seed to sow It ain't always easy for a weed to grow, oh no So he don't hoe the row for no
one seems to need us like they did before It's hard to find a reason left to stay But it's our town Love it anyway Come what may, it's our town
(James Taylor) Well it's plain as rain And it's there for all the world to see Just 'cause everybody does it That doesn't make it right for me Someone
born in May May grow bitter and jealous Faded and gray What shall I say? It's not another lovers game It doesn't seen to have a name It changes and remains
