Vol. 1: 1964-1966

Shapes of things before my eyes, Just teach me to despise. Will time make men more wise? Here within my lonely frame, my eyes just heard my brain. But will it seem the same? Now the trees are almost green. But will they still be seen? When time and t

See the stars come falling down from the sky, Gently passing, they kiss your tears when you cry. See the wind of summer blow your hair upon your head, See the rain, the falling rain, it's rain. Still I'm sad. Oh my flowers, my tears just falling two