She sings the songs without words Songs that sailors, and blind men, and beggars have heard She knows more of love than the poets can say And her eyes are for something that won't go away. — Harry Chapin Copy Share Image
All my life's a circle; But I can't tell you why; Season's spinning round again; The years keep rollin' by. — Harry Chapin Copy Share Image
When I started this song I was still thirty-three The age that Mozart died and sweet Jesus was set free Keats and Shelley too… — Harry Chapin Copy Share Image
You see, she was gonna be an actress and I was gonna learn to fly. She took off to find the footlights, and I… — Harry Chapin Copy Share Image
And the look on her face as she opened the door Was like an old joke told by a friend. It'd taken ten more… — Harry Chapin Copy Share Image
She knows more of love than the poets can say, and her eyes offer something that won't go away. — Harry Chapin Copy Share Image
All of us should be involved in our own futures to create a world that our children will want to live in. — Harry Chapin Copy Share Image
No straight lines make up my life; And all my roads have bends; There's no clear-cut beginnings; And so far no dead-ends. — Harry Chapin Copy Share Image
Why did the little girls grow crippled While the little boys grow strong The boys allowed to come of age The girls just came… — Harry Chapin Copy Share Image
The reason nobody else in my business has any impact is because they're all comatose. — Harry Chapin Copy Share Image
