Writer(s): Stephen A StillsLyrics powered by left to right: Stephen Stills, Graham Nash and David Crosby at Wally Heider Studio 3, February 1969.
Cielo sol no tiene sangre allí, Y que triste que no puedo vaya, Oh va, oh va, va.
Que linda me la traiga Cuba, La reina de la Mar Caribe. Voices of the angels, ring around the moonlight Asking me, said she so free How can you catch the sparrow? Lacy, lilting, leery, losing love, lamenting Change my life, make it right Be my lady. It's my heart that′s a suffering (Help me I'm dying) It′s a dying, that's what I have to lose I've got an answer I′m going to fly away What have I got to lose? Will you come see me Thursdays and Saturdays? What have you got to lose? Chestnut brown canary Ruby throated sparrow Sing the song don′t be long Thrill me to the marrow. What have you got to lose? Can I tell it like it is? (Help me I′m suffering) Listen to me baby. Friday evening, Sunday in the afternoon What have you got to lose? Tuesday morning, please be gone I'm tired of you. I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are You make it hard And you make it hard. Are you still listening? Fear is the lock, and laughter the key to your heart And I love you. Something inside is telling me that I′ve got your secret. Tearing yourself away from me now You are free and I am crying This does not mean I don't love you I do, that′s forever, Yes and for always I am yours, you are mine You are what you are You make it hard. I am yours, you are mine You are what you are You make it hard. Remember what we′ve said and done and felt About each other Oh babe, have mercy Don't let the past remind us of what we are not now I am not dreaming.
It′s getting to the point Where I'm no fun anymore I am sorry Sometimes it hurts so badly I must cry out loud I am lonely I am yours, you are mine You are what you are And you make it hard.
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