Nature/Outdoors

59th Street Bridge Song

Slow down, you move too fast.
You got to make the morning last.
Just kicking down the cobble stones.
Looking for fun and feelin' groovy.

Hello lamppost, What cha knowing?
I've come to watch your flowers growing.
Ain't cha got no rhymes for me?
Doot-in' doo-doo, Feelin' groovy.

Got no deeds to do, No promises to keep.
I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep.
Let the morning time drop all its petals on me.
Life, I love you, All is groovy.

Paul Simon

Climb Every Mountain

Climb ev'ry mountain
Search high and low
Follow every byway
Every path you know.

Climb ev'ry mountain
Ford every stream
Follow every rainbow
Till you find your dream.

A dream that will need
All the love you can give
Every day of your life
For as long as you live.

Climb ev'ry mountain
Ford every stream
Follow every rainbow
Till you find your dream

A dream that will need
All the love you can give
Every day of your life
For as long as you need

Climb ev'ry mountain
Ford every stream
Follow every rainbow
Till... you... find... your...dream!

The Sound of Music

Daybreak

Daybreak, another new day
The mist on the meadow is drifting away
'cause it's daybreak, the sun's in the sky now
And flowers break through their blanket of dew

Sunrise, how lovely it seems
To see from my window a sky full of dreams
As the white clouds sail on to the blue
At daybreak, I daydream of you

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Sunrise, how lovely it seems
To see from my window a sky full of dreams
As the white clouds sail on to the blue
At daybreak, I daydream of you

Frank Sinatra / Lyrics by Harold Adamson

Feelin' Kinda Sunday

(Feelin' kinda Sunday, feelin' kinda Sunday, feelin' kinda Sunday)
(Feelin' kinda Sunday, feelin' kinda Sunday, feelin' kinda Sunday)

Hey Mr. Sunlight, don't outshine your bright,
I'm talking out of my head, I'm so high on life.
Don't you know that it's gonna be a "thousand-and-one" day.
And I'm feeling kinda Sunday, (feeling kinda Sunday), feeling kinda Sunday.

Pardon my glow-on, out on the high all night,
I see myself in a world right where I belong,
There's nothing can hold me down , it's a "get-up-and-run" day.
And I'm feeling kinda Sunday (Sunday), feeling kinda Sunday (Sunday),

Feeling kinda Sunday, (Sunday).
The bells I hear in me say I should be getting up late,
Been traveling all morning long, but I'm still here in my room.
Not to give in to (in to) this feeling I'm on to, (I'm on to)
I'm looking at love from a window, to lighten the view,
It's just the beginning of happy go Sunday,
And I'm feeling kinda Sunday (feeling kinda Sunday),

Feeling kinda Sunday (feeling kinda Sunday),
Feeling kinda Sunday (feeling kinda Sunday).
(La, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la la la la,)
It's just the beginning of happy "go-off" one day,
And I'm feeling kinda Sunday (Sunday), feeling kinda Sunday (Sunday)

Feeling kinda Sunday.(Sunday), feeling kinda Sunday (Sunday)
Feeling kinda Sunday (Sunday), feeling kinda Sunday (Sunday)...

Frank Sinatra / Written by Annette Tucker, Nino Tempo & Kathy Wakefield

Going Camping

Voice No. 1 : I got my gear in my pack
I got my pack on my back
Today's the day I'm going camping
Just got the go-ahead sign
The weather's gonna be fine
Today's the day I'm going camping
I'm gonna pitch me a tent
Won't have to pay any rent
It looks like ev'rything is "A O.K."
As far as I can see
I think it's gonna be a perfect camping day

Voice No. 2: The trees and animals
And clear blue skies
A waterfall comes tumbling right before my eyes
Birds that fly
Above a mountain stream
It's absolutely perfect better than a dream
Peace and quiet
Where the good Lord smiled
Fields and fields of flowers growing wild
This is
Just where I belong I'm a mother Nature's child

Voice No. 3: It's time to hit the trail
To hit the hill and dale
Oh, I love hiking in the mountains
It's great to reach the snow
And see the world below
Oh, I love hiking in the mountains
Each time we stop to eat
We get to rest our feet
And we'll make it if we take slow
'Cause the best way to climb
Is one step at a time and hiking is the only way to go

I got my gear in my pack
The trees and animals
It's time to hit the trail

I got my pack on my back
and clear blue skies
To hit the hill and dale

Today's the day I'm going camping
A waterfall comes tumbling right before my eyes
Oh, I love hiking in the mountains

Just got the go-ahead sign
Birds that fly
It's great to reach the snow

The weather's gonna be fine
Above a mountain stream
And see the world below

Today's the day I'm goin' camping
It's absolutely perfect, better than a dream
Oh, I love hiking in the mountains

I'm gonna pitch me a tent
Peace and quiet
Each time we stop to eat

Won't have to pay any rent
Where the good Lord smiled
We get to rest our feet

It looks like ev'rything is "A-O. K."
Fields and fields of flowers growing wild
And we'll make it if we take it slow

As far as I can see
This is
'Cause the best way to climb

I think it's gonna be
Just where I belong
Is one step at a time

A perfect camping day
I'm a Mother Nature's child
And hiking is the only way to go

Words and Music by Ray Charles / Sung by John Denver

Groovin

Groovin' on a Sunday afternoon
Really couldn't get away too soon
I can't imagine anything that's better
The world is ours whenever we're together
There ain't a place I'd like to be instead of

Movin' down a crowded avenue
Doing anything we like to do
There's always lots of things that we can see
You can be anyone we like to be
All those happy people we could meet
Just groovin' on a Sunday afternoon
Really, couldn't get away too soon

We'll keep on spending sunny days this way
We're gonna talk and laugh our time away
I feel it coming closer day by day
Life would be ecstasy, you and me endlessly

Groovin' on a Sunday afternoon
Really couldn't get away too soon
No, No, No, No
Groovin'
Groovin'

The Rascals

Into The Mystic

We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don't have to fear it

I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Then magnificently we will float into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I don't have to fear it

I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will float into the mystic
Come on girl...

Van Morrison

Let's Go Fly a Kite

Let's go fly a kite
Up to the highest height
Let's go fly a kite
And send it soaring

Up through the atmosphere
Up where the air is clear
Oh, let's go fly a kite
Let's go fly a kite!

Richard M. Sherman and Robert B. Sherman

Octopus' Garden

I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden in the shade
He'd let us in, knows where we've been
In his octopus' garden in the shade

I'd ask my friends to come and see
An octopus' garden with me
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden in the shade.

We would be warm below the storm
In our little hideaway beneath the waves
Resting our head on the sea bed
In an octopus' garden near a cave

We would sing and dance around
because we know we can't be found
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden in the shade

We would shout and swim about
The coral that lies beneath the waves
(Lies beneath the ocean waves)
Oh what joy for every girl and boy

Knowing they're happy and they're safe
(Happy and they're safe)
We would be so happy you and me
No one there to tell us what to do

I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden with you.

The Beatles

Sailing

Well, it's not far down to paradise,
at least it's not for me
And if the wind is right you can sail away
and find tranquility
Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see.
Believe me.

It's not far to never-never land
no reason to pretend
And if the wind is right you can find
the joy of innocence again
Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see.
Believe me.

CHORUS:
Sailing takes me away
to where I've always heard it could be
Just a dream and the wind to carry me
And soon I will be free

Fantasy, it gets the best of me
When I'm sailing
All caught up in the reverie,
every word is a symphony
Won't you believe me?

CHORUS

Well it's not far back to sanity,
at least it's not for me
And if the wind is right you can sail away
and find serenity
Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see.
Believe me.

CHORUS

Christopher Cross

Sunshine On My Shoulders

Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high

If I had a day that I could give you
I'd give to you the day just like today
If I had a song that I could sing for you
I'd sing a song to make you feel this way

Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high

If I had a tale that I could tell you
I'd tell a tale sure to make you smile
If I had a wish that I could wish for you
I'd make a wish for sunshine for all the while

Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost all the time makes me high

John Denver

The Sound of Music

My day in the hills has come to an end, I know.
A star has come out to tell me it's time to go.
But deep in the dark green shadows,
There are voices that urge me to stay.
So I pause and I wait and I listen,
For one more sound, for one more lovely thing
That the hills might say!

The hills are alive
With the sound of music,
With songs they have sung,
For a thousand years.

The hills fill my heart,
With the sound of music.
My heart wants to sing every song it hears.

My heart wants to beat like the wings
Of the birds that rise from the lake
To the trees.

My heart wants to sigh
Like a chime that flies
From a church on a breeze,

To laugh like a brook when it trips and falls
Over stones on its way,
To sing through the night,
Like a lark who is learning to pray.

I go to the hills
When my heart is lonely.
I know I will hear
What I heard before.

My heart will be blessed
With the sound of music
And I'll sing once more.

The Sound of Music

The Sound of Silence

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools", said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence

Simon and Garfunkel

Under the Sea

The seaweed is always greener
In somebody else's lake
You dream about going up there
But that is a big mistake

Just look at the world around you
Right here on the ocean floor
Such wonderful things surround you
What more is you lookin' for?

Under the sea
Under the sea
Darling it's better
Down where it's wetter
Take it from me
Up on the shore they work all day
Out in the sun they slave away
While we devotin'
Full time to floatin'
Under the sea

Down here all the fish is happy
As off through the waves they roll
The fish on the land ain't happy
They sad 'cause they in their bowl

But fish in the bowl is lucky
They in for a worser fate
One day when the boss get hungry
Guess who's gon' be on the plate

Under the sea
Under the sea
Nobody beat us
Fry us and eat us
In fricassee
We what the land folks loves to cook
Under the sea we off the hook
We got no troubles
Life is the bubbles
Under the sea

Under the sea
Since life is sweet here
We got the beat here
Naturally
Even the sturgeon an' the ray
They get the urge 'n' start to play
We got the spirit
You got to hear it
Under the sea

The newt play the flute
The carp play the harp
The plaice play the bass
And they soundin' sharp
The bass play the brass
The chub play the tub
The fluke is the duke of soul
(Yeah)
The ray he can play
The lings on the strings
The trout rockin' out
The blackfish she sings
The smelt and the sprat
They know where it's at
An' oh that blowfish blow

Under the sea
Under the sea
When the sardine
Begin the beguine
It's music to me
What do they got? A lot of sand
We got a hot crustacean band
Each little clam here
know how to jam here
Under the sea

Each little slug here
Cuttin' a rug here
Under the sea
Each little snail here
Know how to wail here
That's why it's hotter
Under the water
Ya we in luck here
Down in the muck here
Under the sea

The Little Mermaid

Up, Up and Away

Would you like to ride in my beautiful balloon
Would you like to ride in my beautiful balloon
We could float among the stars together, you and I
For we can fly we can fly
Up, up and away
My beautiful, my beautiful balloon
The world's a nicer place in my beautiful balloon
It wears a nicer face in my beautiful balloon
We can sing a song and sail along the silver sky
For we can fly we can fly
Up, up and away
My beautiful, my beautiful balloon
Suspended under a twilight canopy
We'll search the clouds for a star to guide us
If by some chance you find yourself loving me
We'll find a cloud to hide us
We'll keep the moon beside us
Love is waiting there in my beautiful balloon
Way up in the air in my beautiful balloon
If you'll hold my hand we'll chase your dream across the sky
For we can fly we can fly
Up, up and away
My beautiful, my beautiful balloon
Balloon...
Up, up, and away.....

The Fifth Dimension