Crosby Stills and Nash - Suite Judy Blue Eyes (Woodstock 69)

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--

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.
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you
are.
And you make it hard--

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, and always.
I am yours, you are mine, you are what
you are.
And you make it hard--

Something inside
is telling me that
I've got your secret. Are you still
listening?
Fear is the lock, and laughter the key to your
heart.
And I love you.

I am yours, you are mine,
you are what you are.
And you make it hard,
And you
make it hard--

Friday evening, Sunday in the
afternoon,
What have you got to lose?
Tuesday
mornin', please be gone I'm tired of you.
Can I
tell it like it is? Help me I'm sufferin'.
Listen
to me baby--Help me I'm dyin'.
It's my heart
that's a-sufferin', it's a dyin'.
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 a song, don't be long.
Thrill me to the marrow.
Voices of the angels, ring
around the moonlight.
Asking me, said she so free,
How
can you catch the sparrow?

Lacy lilting lady, losing
love lamenting,
Change my life, make it right.
Be my
lady.